So, based on feedback from my woe-is-me-i’ve-got-bloggers-block post, the consensus is I should write only when the spirit moves me, whatever I please and not fear boring or offending anyone.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
I’m still hurting from attending my son’s graduation ceremony. Not in an achy breaky sentimental heart way but with BACK PAIN! Three hours of sitting at the convocation, sitting at lunch (had to eat) and the drive home. Oh, my god. I actually had one of my sons check to see if my spine is bruised. It isn’t. At least not on the outside. This too shall pass…with the aid of pharmaceuticals…
Another (boring?) item.
Take your thumb and Peter Pointer finger – place them almost touching one another but not quite. THAT’S how small I felt listening to the ten minute (each) professional résumés of two distinguished gentlemen who received a “Degree of Laws honoris causa.” I’m assuming that means an honourary degree. My Latin is rusty and I’m too lazy to look it up.
You could sum up my life accomplishments in under 30 seconds.
And here’s another gem – someone (not giving out any names) received a PhD having written the following thesis (and I’m making some of the words unrecognizable for fear of leading anyone to this blog):
The Regu*ation and Function of Hypo**ia-Inducib*e Fa*tor 2∂ (H*F-2∂) in an Immortalized Adreno**dullary Chro*afin Ce** Line.
Trust me. Even if I hadn’t used that “*” you probably wouldn’t recognize what the heck this thesis was all about. If you do know, leave a comment. You will impress the hell out of me. As did the person who wrote it.
(Spell check didn’t even recognize some of these words – nor do I think I found the correct symbol for the ∂ thingy.)
I am so humbled.
On a more positive, cheery note, it was a thrill watching my son walk across that podium. I restrained myself - did not yell out his name at that solemn moment but I did frantically wave my arms when he first entered the auditorium until he spotted me. I could still move at that point.
And if any of my sons decide to go to graduate school, I’m requesting a La-Z-Boy reclining chair for the next convocation ceremony.