At Clara's school's Mother's Day Luncheon yesterday I was presented with a pink, glitter-encrusted flower pot in which a faux flower had been planted: at the flower's center? A picture of Clara. Clara's close friend Ingrid went to present her mother with a similar pot, tripped and fell, shattering the piece. Oh the tears!
And, unexpectedly, I found myself all weepy too. Was it the glitter-pot with Clara's face as flower? Was it Ingrid's tragedy? I'm seldom weepy so either way it was a surprise.
And later in the day yesterday was the English Department year-end picnic at which it was announced that I will be chair starting in the fall.
No weepies, but I did have to come home and drink a large bottle of stout afterwards . . .
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