Thursday, 11. September 2008, 14:59:05
I refuse to believe it can be this late in the week! No! Oh well... back we go.
The confirmation was a great success. The cahedral was full, & that always cheers the bishop up a lot. The little ones were angelic; many girls in long white dresses, boys in little black suits. The parents beamed, the grandparents sighed, the organisers frantically kept things going (& did an excellent job). Piccies were not allowed in the cathedral, but outside ones here soon.
Ar behaved very well. In her smart white pants & pale blue cardigan, she looked... a bit different, a bit more casual than the gowns & stoles, or the boys in narrow ties. I'm a bit embarrassed to say I was pleased we bent the conventions just a touch. Really, who is this day for: the children or us?
Sad to say, no cousins could make the journey up (or down), but all 4 grandparents were there. A credit to the generation.
A friend talked about her time many years back, & the joy of all the presents! I think Ar connected the confirmation and the little silver crosses she got, but I don't think it was a factor. She certainly was paying attention to the service, and was properly respectful when trying the communion wine. "Makes my mouth tingle. Is that coz it's holy?" was the comment.
H had the master stroke of going to a conference right after the big day. But the single dad was saved by his parents, who stayed for nearly a week. That's why it's Thursday already. But it's been good having them here. Just got to get mum to stop washing up! Lots of conversations, catch-ups & laughs. Dad marvelled at the miracle of Bluetooth. (Which itself is pretty darn clever really.) We went to the
Art Gallery, and agreed that the winner of the
Jacks Drawing Prize was not the best item. We actually agreed on which one
was the best... am I becoming my parents??
Lunch at El Beso in View St, cake at the Gallery cafe, we are so lucky to live in this country. I hope you appreciate yours.
Good morning/evening/day, Opera-tors
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