Graduation

I feel like I owe it to my few regular readers to say something about the past weekend's events, but it all still feels unreal. I am numb either from the unreality of it all or (more likely) sheer mental exhaustion.

Actually the graduation was great. It was a little too chilly (like, I should have packed my winter jacket, or at least worn corduroy), but the sun was shining enough to cause sunburn on Steve's forehead. And although there were vast hordes of people there, things were orderly and well organized. I watched my son walk across the stage and receive his college diploma with a real feeling of pride and love and a touch of disbelief (not that he did it, but that it happened so fast). Because I was focused on getting a photograph of this event, I did not have time to get all teary-eyed and such. (No, that happened the day before while I picked out a graduation card...and then while I wrote mushy Mom words inside it). There was a nice reception afterward where the food was terrific (I think WPI has the best college food service I've ever tasted), including the fabulous cookies...and bottled water and soda, no sissy punch. And the campus was pretty, so we dragged Matthew around in his cap and gown and took lots of pictures.

There are lots of other things I could tell about...sleeping in the dorm (which actually was very nice and inexpensive and convenient)...The Japanese restaurant where they put on a show while they cooked your food in front of you...Cell phone madness...Packing the car with Matthew's stuff, but leaving him behind to go geocaching with his housemates...Living with a houseful of guests Sunday night (how it is possible to feel claustrophobic in your own bedroom)...and having to jump back into life today. But you'll have to ask, or wait, for details...my brain is too tired to go on. Proud, and relieved, but tired.