June 007

June, for so many, is the month for graduations. The area we live in, however, with very few exceptions holds graduation in May. Perhaps because it's getting just too hot in June. Early morning and late evening are the only times around here to walk the dog or work in the garden; the rest of the day one hunkers down in whatever cool, shady, or air-conditioned area one can find.



Not so in Cambridge. Graduation is held in June, on the lawn with thousands in attendance, and the reading of the names of the graduates takes a full two hours or more. Family members bring newspapers and books; at least one knitter was in attendance. I confess that we brought a sackful of snacks and a cooler with ice and water. Not to mention the knitting bag. We were fortunate to be able to sit underneath a very shady tree, and a good breeze off the Charles river also helped. It's a marvelous thing to finally see a child (now very much an adult) finally make it all the way through school and get the long-sought-after doctoral degree (and a really impressive medieval gown, to boot). Plus it's the rare occasion that sees all five brothers and sisters together.




I'm taking a "creative day" today. No serious pursuits, just whatever I feel drawn to do. Michael has moved back home for the next six weeks as he does a local summer internship. Still no job interview scheduled; part of the reason for a creative day in order to keep my mind on other things than interviews.

Happy Father's Day to all dads and granddads in your life!