Graduation

We went to my grandson's graduation yesterday. Great to have some time with my girls and grandkids for a few hours. You would have thought we were traveling there in the middle of the winter instead Memorial Day weekend, with the sleet, snow and cold. Michael said we aren't coming until July next year. In Montana, I don't think you can ever be sure you won't hit snow no matter when you come.  

But, at least that means the weather for the Burger Bash will be good.  I think Anne and I, at least, will be glad when that is over so that we can sleep at night again. We almost had a nightmare come true, too.  The band said they would be there to set up on Saturday at one. That is half way through the Bash, for heaven sakes! However, I called the band leader and got the misunderstanding taken care of when I got home.  Whew! Heck, they have top billing in  all our ads! Hope nothing else goes wrong. At least the bean makers seem to be getting along now.

Anyway, as I listened to the commencement speaker at the graduation I felt as if her message was addressing me as well as the 17 and 18 year olds embarking on their life in front of them. Follow your dreams. Don't just take a path because it is well worn and there.  Unless you are lost in the woods, of course.  Yes, your life is ahead of you no matter how many years you have left.  They all count.