I think it’s safe to say that if you have a child, you have a different fellowship experience than if you don’t. Tonight we had a party to bid goodbye to two of our number, leaving at mid-year, and the entertainment included a slide show of the first-term photo highlights. Watching it, I realized I’ve completely missed Thursday Night Bowling (Alan has a late class), and I left the Up North party in October before the player piano-and-charleston-dancing portion of the festivities.
On the other hand, I think it’s safe to say no one else in the KWF Class of ’04 marched in the Ann Arbor holiday parade today.
I was a parent escort for Kate’s Brownie troop. If there’s a happier duty than watching your giggling daughter march along behind a rippling brown banner, waving to passersby on a cold winter afternoon, I don’t know what it is. OK, I know: Marching in a parade on a warm spring afternoon. But it wasn’t too cold, the band was playing “Jingle Bells” and Santa’s sleigh was pulled (on wheels) by a real, if somewhat freaked-out, reindeer.
Afterward we watched the freaked-out reindeer stand in their pen, moved on to the less-freaked-out llamas, and had a late lunch in town.
I wish I had a more entertaining post for today, but I missed “Angels in America” and the most exciting thing I have to report otherwise is this: My screenplay is done. It’s been perforated three times down the side, bound with brads and will be turned in tomorrow, if the house doesn’t burn down overnight. In September I was warned this would be “the most challenging course you will take at the University of Michigan,” and while I wouldn’t want to give organic chemistry a whirl just to see how it stacks up, I’m glad to have survived it.