Graduations

Big doings, big doings. Today were the boys' last days at their schools.

The kid "graduated" today from middle school. I literally cried through the entire program.

The teenager's graduation is on Saturday. Now that will be big doings.

I am emotionally drained, really don't feel like writing much. So much is happening these days, I'm in a whirlwind. Mom is still coming upstairs waiting for her man (whom I have found out is Regis Philbin--she watches his game show and pointed to him on TV--"him, it's him!"), even coming up mid day to wait for him. She even got angry today which is unheard of from her. She kept saying "HATE IT" but I couldn't understand what she was hating--perhaps him not showing up. Dunno. I just hugged her and told her it was ok to get mad. I get mad all the time. Just breaks my heart, to say the least. The doctor said "it is what it is" and I can't try to "micromanage" her life. She is comfortable and as safe as one can be in this condition and is fortunate to be at home. Well, of course, that is easier said than done. I'm trying really hard to not worry so much.

Yesterday, the teenager came in and let us know that his summer internship had fallen through. The company called him yesterday (like two weeks before the internship was supposed to start and two weeks after he had last confirmed the dates--go figure). They messed up the dates he had given them and said they needed someone for the entire summer rather than the month they had approved last December. To say the least, he was beside himself. I think I took it just as bad--probably my state of mind of late is not the most stable. In fact, I'm a total mess. This was just about the straw that broke the camel's back, for me anyway. The poor guy had bought his plane ticket, made arrangements for staying with his aunt and uncle in NYC, had given notice for his job (today was supposed to be his last day) and had literally worked his entire summer around this internship. I tell you what, if I ever met the *#@$&!!!% 's, they would get a few choice words for ruining what should be my son's most memorable days--his last days of high school. It should have been such a wonderful feeling to finally finish, instead he had this hit him right between the eyes. Shame on them. What a lousy blow. He had to go to his work last night and ask if he could have his job back. How horrible is that? Anyway, I have been terribly upset over that since yesterday. I just feel totally spent.

Seems that nasty old black cow is hovering over us, again! Shooooooooooo! We've seen enough of you this year, so really shoooooo now.

I did find this today as I was mailing off the box of chocolate to Betty. It was sitting right by my car at the post office. I'll take this as a good sign. Thank you.