Tomorrow is Mother’s Day.  I’m not getting anything, and we’re not even doing anything out of the ordinary.  The ordinary–Carmen and David being their usual talkative, energetic selves–is plenty.

Mother’s Day weekend is also the weekend Rice holds its commencement ceremonies.  The weather has been appropriately hot and sticky.  This morning I realized Matt graduated 10 years ago today; Kurt Vonnegut spoke, with tender wisdom.  Ten years later, Matt’s living less than two miles from his own dorm, and a few doors away from his college Masters.

We had forgotten all about graduation until last night.  We were walking back from a late visit to the post office and heard a large boom coming from the south.  After we heard another series of booms in succession, we realized we were hearing fireworks from Rice’s stadium lot.  Graduation!  We stopped at Woodhead so C&D could watch the show.  They screamed, of course, and couldn’t bear to look.  Neighbors watched us through darkened windows.  Bad mommy; I had forgotten the fiasco of last year’s Fourth of July.  C&D hadn’t forgotten, of course, and I had an earful of it last night and again this morning.