Daughter came over yesterday to be my left hand because that’s the one that’s injured since Indiana Wants Me. I had to miss the last week of school and not take my proficiency finals because I only had one hand that worked properly and now we’re on a break and I’m a mess worrying about my placement when the new semester begins. So in response to my “no-I’m-really-doing-fine” totally depressed voice, Daughter hopped on a train and came out to teach me how to set up a Flickr account for the wedding photos I took out in Indiana last weekend when I wasn’t in the emergency room.
This is wedding season all around and Daughter just returned from her friends’ nuptials out in Arizona with others on the calendar. In May, both Son and Daughter will be guests at the destination wedding of Son’s Boss who is also a longtime friend of Daughter’s and was referred to in Driving Past the Velvet Ropes. My kids have been coordinating travel plans and discussing arrangements and attire for weeks now and I must say that back when they were torturing each other and denying it as youngsters I had doubts a day like this would ever come.
Out in Indiana, Husband and I had dinner with the bridal couple and their combined children ranging in age from early high school down to fifth grade. These kids were so staggeringly polite and helpful to each other during the meal that I wondered if they were sedated. The girl even brought a book to read in case she found the company less than stimulating. I’m talking about a book with written pages, not a hand-held electronic game. There wasn’t a single text message sent the entire evening. That would be 400 less than my average class.
All the youngsters at the wedding were exceptionally well-behaved making it hard to believe that this is the area where kids go off to college and start tipping cows. It must be all pent up after years of politeness and the first heifer they see sets it off. They wouldn’t have this problem if their parents had ever had to hire security guards for their bar mitzvahs in anticipation of them throwing each other off the balcony landing. I’ll bet their parents don’t even have umbrella policies for personal liability. Then again we don’t have cow reimbursement.
Daughter’s Featured Fotos say Be Wild or Beware
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