The last nephew is graduating high school on Wednesday. Whoa. How did that happen? (The nieces are in elementary so there’s plenty of denial time for them.)
That means that I have to go to the bank to pick up an envelope and stop by Wally World to start picking up stuff for his college box.
When his older brother graduated high school, we got him a storage tub (with lockable lid) that was short enough to fit under a bedframe and held various things that we’d figure they’d need for the foreseeable. These things included:
Microwavable bowls that were ideal for ramen.
A bicycle repair kit.
A more general tool kit.
Yahtzee.
Uno.
A high-quality frisbee.
Two high-quality beach towels.
Some weirdly-tinted electroplated silverware that he’d be able to recognize from across the room.
Stuff that I figured he’d have a use for when he’d least expect it and be able to say “oh, yeah! I’ve got one of those in my room!” if somebody needed a flathead screwdriver or wistfully wished that somebody had a frisbee so they could play a game.
This is the kid who, when he received a Handy Manny workbench back around 2010 yelled “EMMY AMMY!” at the top of his lungs. The one who we got a high-quality garbage truck toy for Christmas, wrapped in aluminum foil that we then ripped into pieces that made little dime-sized balls of foil that we put into his trash cans that then got emptied into the truck.
And now he’s going off to college. Huh.
So, this weekend will be spent running off to the bank and to Wally World and pick up an envelope and pick up a tub. And think about how this is the last one. For a while.
(Also, this week had snow. Out of nowhere. I was sure that the previous time was the last time but, nope, we had a quick little storm come in and drop enough snow to cover the lawns (but not stick to the streets) and it makes me wonder if we’re not going to have another sneak up on us in June.)
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is Rumpus doing that thing where he sleeps with his paws all dangly like Mr. Burns. It’s almost impossible to believe that, out of the three, he’s the evil one. Photo taken by Maribou.)
Youngest boy’s best friend graduated from college yesterday. She did it a year early. It feels like just yesterday that I was driving the two of them to their first day of 7th grade!Report
yeah, graduation here. Several of my students are graduating so I’m going to go. I thought I’d also see my former-now-retired-as-of-today chair but she told us she was already on her way to Vegas for a vacation
well, yeah, I guess if you’re retired you don’t have to go to that last graduation…..
I also have to pack and clean house a little, I am traveling next week to go see my mom for a bitReport
Ah, good. It’s always good to visit fam and catch up and just sit in the same room with occasional strolls down memory lane.Report
I’ve always been of the (probably unpopular) opinion that no one gets a party for graduating from high school. You’re supposed to do that!
As for me, I’m off to sample the culinary delights of England and Scotland for the next 2 weeks. This is a long overdue fortnight off, and I can’t wait!Report
Eh, in my circles, a “party” means “hamburgers off the grill” and “relatives slip the grad a little something”.
It’s not, like, a party where stuff gets rented. It’s an excuse for the grownups to eat something.
OOOH!!! HAVE FUN IN SCOTLAND!!! WE WANT PICTURES!!!!Report
So it sounds like you’re the cool uncle.Report
I have been forbidden from being *TOO* cool. But it’s easy to slip an envelope and tell the kiddo “you’re now old enough to wonder about the other versions of the story”.Report
Now you’ve got me wondering about all the versions of the story.Report
Well, there’s the version that he heard from his mom… the version he heard from gramma…Report