Jackson’s Graduation Celebration, Day 2: Brunch Before the Ceremony
Anne, taking a photo of Jackson with some Lafayette College swag. Which, apparently, is all the rage and the thing to do in terms of social media posts.
Anne, taking a photo of Jackson with some Lafayette College swag. Which, apparently, is all the rage and the thing to do in terms of social media posts.
For dinner, we met up at Tirami Sú. A lot of great food, and some great conversations. My only regret was that we were on the other end of the table, and didn’t have much time to chat with Jackson, his girlfriend Angel, and Grace all that much.
Travel day for us. After a full day of work, Liz and I packed up our things and hopped in the car headed for Northville, MI.
It’s a bit of a trek (4 hours or so travel time, but we take the hit of adding an extra hour due to the time zone difference). We got to our hotel fairly late, and ended up just unloading, settling in, and plopping into bed.
“When God demanded light,
he didn’t banish darkness.”
David Friedman writes about Jörg Hillebrand’s preternatural attention to detail, and how Hillebrand noticed that a book in Captain Picard’s ready room was opened to a page that featured a photo of the actor Patrick Stewart, taken in 1968 when he was part of the Royal Shakespeare Company.
Spotted this while walking around the neighborhood, and had a good laugh as I passed by. I was laughing so much, I circled back to take a photo.
A whole lotta nothin’ today. Sleep was had. Breakfast was had (late). TV was watched. Books were read.
Naps were had.
Nothing really to report. A rather stationary experience (sitting in my seat on the plane, sitting in my seat in the car). We trekked over many miles, but we just slowly clawed our way home.
Somehow… this kitchen seems to evoke shenanigans. I’m not sure when or why, but I looked up to see my wife being hoisted up into the air. I think some kind of dare was involved.
For most of the event, I was helping pass out mocktails and moving food around. Tricia was working the grill like a pro. For most of the evening, after the adults left, Liz and Tricia and I were in the office shielding ourselves from the music and screaming and general chaos of kids having fun.
I should say: everyone at the party was impossibly polite. Every young man and woman, full to the brim with “Yes, sir” and “Yes, Ma’am” with nearly everything they said.
The pathway to/from the terminals wasn’t just cold concrete. The path took me through a tremendous amount of artwork.
“I call today a disaster,
she calls it December the third
Call it what you will, I’m heartbroken still
Words are just words”
“You never could tell: people disappeared
suddenly in the old days, left rumors
and big black gaping holes in family trees.”
Gandalf is a fun game that challenges you to write prompts to elicit a password from an AI bot. With each level, the task becomes more difficult… requiring newer and less direct approaches.
I’m unclear what conditions brought this about, but frankly… I don’t care. This was a delightful moment to capture. Liz and I were stifling our laughter, and I feel lucky I was able to sneak in a few photos of… well, of whatever was going on here.