kvetching up

The End of the Public School Era Saturday, after a ton of work and help from many people, we threw a party for Abby to celebrate her ompending high school graduation. Because next weekend is the 4th of July, lots of people would otherwise be out of town and unable to come, so we celebrated her June 28th exiting from the Seattle Public Schools over the weekend. Lots of people came, almost everyone who we invited turned up. The weather cooperated, in general it was lovely. My relatives, both direct and through marriage, didn't want me doing anything because I had visited the hospital the day before. I didn't stop,  nonetheless. I didn't have to clean up, which was nice.  Abby had a bunch of friends, all of who seemed lovely. The new Weber worked well, and the house is so spacious it was never crowded. I can say that Jenny was sorely missed. She was the consummate host. Abby got lots of cards and money from people, and one special gift. Paul, my dear and thoughtful friend of m...

Abigail May The younger teenager smiled at me this morning. Twice. Our baby, firmly ensconced and clearly comfortable in her separation from us as she lives in the land of teen angst, rarely smiles. She can snark with the best of them. If someone asked me where to find an example of pure teenager, I would point to her. I know nothing, she would report. Her favorite question of me, often spoken with exasperation and a lilt of humor and frustration in her voice is, "Why are you so annoying?" And today she smiled at me. Twice.