Graduation Two
Twelve years later to the day after I graduated high school, it was time for the 6th – and last – Snicketts kid to walk the stage, pass over a rose to Mom, receive the diploma from Dad, and hang up the towel.
Linnea-Irish was looking pretty cute up there, as usual, sporting the traditional black gown and a cranberry red stole. When Linnea’s name was called, she handed Mom a white rose and they posed for the photo with Dad on stage while her bio was read for the packed house.
These bios can get pretty tedious, especially when you have to sit through over 60 of them at a time. Fortunately for Linnea, she added some humor to the endless string of the same old, same old, by concluding her bio with something like:
“She plans to pursue a four-year degree in meteorology and hopes to marry a Cardinals baseball player.”
Well, the meteorology part wasn’t humorous.
Anyway, two hours later, we found ourselves packed like sardines in the gym where all the graduates displayed evidence of their high school graduation via photo boards and props.
It was time to blow that popscicle stand; too many people.
Drive-through Chick-Fil-A on the way home.
We had a couple of hours to chill at home. As Oxbear unlocked the front door, Puck grinned, pushing past me.
“Men go in first because they didn’t sin first!”
I don’t even really remember what I did for the afternoon, now that I think about it. I guess I did watch an episode of “Chef’s Table” on Netflix. For a girl who really doesn’t care about food that much, it must be a good show. There was cleaning and packing to do, but I didn’t feel like doing it. The older I get, the more I procrastinate.
Linnea shared her party with Eleda English and a few other kids from the graduating class.
Quail Ridge Park: a couple of hundred people, I guess. Barbecue, about 500 bags of chips as Carrie put it, and a few cakes. Kids playing impromptu baseball in the field up from the lake. Gray skies; rain was in Kansas City. Puck spent most of his time throwing a paper plate around like a frisbee; eventually found a few buddies. Linnea tossed around a volleyball with friends from various points in her growing up history.
Six kids down. Puck’s next.
In ten years.