Parker graduated from Montgomery Academy Wednesday June 29, 2011. Karen and I attended with Ed, Meredith, and Maggie.
It was quite personal since there are only twelve graduates. Special gifts were awarded to each with amusing commentary concerning some quirk or talent.
It was especially nice to meet some of Parker’s school friends and some of his teachers. Unfortunately, I only captured a name here or there. Apologies.
We went off to our traditional Thanksgiving with Ed, Meredith, Maggie and Parker in Berkeley Heights, NJ. Part of the required activities include appearing at the football game between Governor Livingston High School (Meredith’s place of employment if not enlightenment) and New Providence High School. This year the affair was on hostile territory in New Providence, the next town over. On the way we had a few troubles getting organized for a group photo.
Ultimately we got to the game, mostly for free due to Meredith’s teacher’s badge and old fart status for some who don’t want to be identified as such except in ticket lines.
It sort of looked like football. But the fact of the matter is revealed by the score at halftime. The game closed out at 35 – 13. GL High School had a dreadful 0 – 9 season. Maybe this is another high school coach headed for the peewee league.
And, we were deterred further from lolly gagging around by the cold wind and snow flurries. Anyway, we had heard enough of the disgusting fawning and groveling by students (Meredith insists that there was no groveling) at the site of “Oh, Dr. Morgan!!”.
Time to go home.
Turkey day was capped off by a quite traditional fare wonderfully commanded by Meredith. This year, because there were no additional guests we ate “buffet style” in the kitchen, thus avoiding the arduous task of clear the rubble from the dining room table.The only innovation to the fare was Ed’s roasted Brussels sprouts and radishes. Of course, Mr. Wonderful recreated his all-American dish of sweet potatoes covered with marshmallows – a particular favorite of Parker.
You’re probably are wondering about the feline story. Well, after we stuffed ourselves we had the entertainment of watching Tigerr, one of the resident cats eye the turkey leftovers and then make a leap for it.