The lack of posts on ye old blog here would indicate that I have nothing to say, which, ok, accurate. I used to be so much better at this, you know, back before my content all grew up and moved away. Speaking of which, I forgot to mention that the Man-Cub finished up his online classes last week and, by 5:00 this Monday morning, he was dutifully employed and living in Neighboring City in his sister's basement. I am readjusting to my empty nest, which, mostly just looks like buying slightly less junk food.
The Cub was more than ready to be finished with school; this distance learning nonsense did not sit well with him. In fact, if his college determines that they won't reopen campus for in-person instruction in the fall, he will most likely take a gap year. After watching him struggle through the last month or so, I would be completely supportive of that decision, despite the fact that it will be his senior year.
On the topic of seniors, Petticoat Junction is holding its' graduation ceremony this Sunday. It's going to look quite different from every other graduation ceremony in the school's history. How different? Well, it's going to be a drive-through ceremony, wherein each graduate and his or her family participate in a parade around town before having the graduate's diploma handed to them through the passenger side window of the car during a brief pause at the local park.
It sounds horrible.
But, Booster Club President Extraordinaire's daughter is a senior this year, so I am going to join the line on the parade route with my camera in hand and I am going to do my best to make her feel celebrated and loved.
As one does during the apocalypse.
Plus, what else do I have to do? It's not like I'm writing here...
...yeah, really do need those writing prompts.