A Time of Passing

Today was the awards ceremony at Rosebud.  David was the MC.   A time of recognition and a time of passage for the grads.

With each scholarship there was a story given by the presenter, usually in memory of some talented family member who had died.  I cried eight times.

I got to laugh some too, and enjoy some slideshows and fun music.  David did a good job as MC and made me laugh.  That's fun; when I don't know what's coming.

My dried flower bouquets actually looked quite nice.  (Although I'm sorry to whoever has to clean up all the little seeds.)  Once Heather put in the red roses, they looked stunning even.   Our little ensemble singing "Butterfly" was a nice offering.  Now I'm glad Bill made us have so many rehearsals.

I was a bit flustered for my "presentation" as I didn't know what I was supposed to say until I got up there and read the sheet, so I kinda hammed up my moment in the spotlight and kept stepping into the diva in a way that was hard to step out of.  It was silly, but overall the afternoon really felt important.  I'm so sad to see all the grads leave.  I hope the new students will be inspired to live full lives here so they, too, can have a testament when they leave.

Guys like Travis... and Aaron.  They're such an important part of the fabric here.  --What will we do without their leadership?  John finally graduated and I hope to see more of his writing come out in plays -- soon.

Well, that'll have to be all for today.  More profundity tomorrow, I hope.  Both the tomatoes and the boys are blanketed in bed, ready for the frost.