Today I attended the spring concert and graduation of my four year old granddaughter. It was held in the church with which her preschool is affiliated. It was wonderful. The two teachers did such a great job. And the highlight was when they showed a power-point collection of photos taken during the year, and had extremely effective tear-jerking music accompanying them. I didn't even have a tissue in my purse (ye gads--I used the sleeves of my cardigan--and was glad it was dark-- while it was being projected onto a large screen).
The children all danced and sang as a group. And then they received their diplomas. Lovely thing.
Before it all began, one of the teachers stood a couple pews in front of us and asked if anyone would take photos with their school camera. A young mother sitting in front of me eagerly volunteered.
I thought that was nice--when someone steps up to help. And so quickly, too. :-)
As the entire production progressed, I had a fantastic view of the large LED screen on the school camera. And within about 6 minutes, I knew who her daughter was...and who the daughter was of the woman sitting beside her, giggling and chatting. I'd estimate that as many as 60-70% of the photos were of their two children. *sigh*
Sometimes all you can do is laugh...and hope that someday they get it. You know...like when their hair goes gray and they have a respectable number of years piled up behind them--that it isn't merely a catalyst to bemoan having never located the fountain of youth, or a permanent hair dye. I mean...that somewhere along the way, they got it, you know...that the world isn't all about them? That they share it with other people. :-)
And, last night... Ha! I am still laughing about it. My husband and I went to see The Avengers--about 10 minutes of it was filmed at a location that my employer leases for some of our field trials. So, I had the opportunity one morning last summer to go there and eat breakfast with part of the crew and the stunt people that drove the cars underground. No...lol...I didn't actually sit with them. I sat with my boss--and I tried to do a little (okay, a lot of) stealth mode gawking. Is there such a thing? I wanted to take pictures; I wanted to ask for autographs. My god...I was such a tourist, and in my own backyard! I did none of them, though. I knew my employer would frown on it.
So, there we were, my husband and I, standing in line last night to get our tickets. Three 60ish ladies were in front of us. One was taking care of getting the tickets--and asking about the loyalty card, and digging through her purse to find it, and then asking how many points she had accrued, and then how soon she would earn something for free and then what would it be, and then what would she earn next after the large free buttered popcorn?
We had arrived at the theater very late, with just enough time to get our tickets, our sodas and our get into our seats. I had been in such a rush when I got home from work to get headed to the show, I had even forgotten to grab a hoodie or light jacket to take along. That theater is always so cold after sitting still for an hour! So, I grabbed my silky scarf and threw it around my neck. I had a plan. I always have a plan.
Even running late, and the woman full of questions in front of us, didn't change our moods. We were in pleasant spirits. The workday was done, we were ready to relax and enjoy a couple of hours of entertainment.
The other two women waiting for their friend to finish interrogating the ticket-girl kept glancing my way and talking quietly.
Finally, one of them looked directly at me and pointed her finger while she said, "That scarf. I know it's fashionable, I mean, it's fashionable to wear in...what I mean is...is it still fashionable to wear it THIS time of year. Now?"
Lolol...I was momentarily speechless.
Then I smiled and said, "This theater is cold. I didn't bring a sweater or hoodie, so I will just..." I removed the scarf from where I had quickly tossed it around my neck, shook it loose and then as I wrapped it around my shoulders, finished, "do this, and wear it as a shawl around my shoulders."
The other women poked her friend and said, "See, I told you there was a reason she was wearing that scarf this time of year."
Lolol...I think I can now say I have been officially stopped by the fashion police!
Awe, its okay. I don't know how I've dodged them for so long, to be honest. It's not like they had to wait for me to step off of the fashion train. lol...I've never been on it in my entire life. They could have stopped me and interrogated me at any time.
And it only took them 52 years to catch up with me.
You know. In retrospect, I couldn't tell you what either of them were wearing ;-)
Yep...sometimes you just have to laugh at the way people behave...