Today is May 31, the day I call the Diarists’ Holy Day of Obligation, but, May 31 or no, I am posting tonight because this is the last day of relative quiet and inactivity I will have for the next three or four days.
I will make the obligatory Samuel Pepys reference by showing a picture of the six manuscript volumes of his diary, now housed at Magdalene College:
With that out of the way, I will go on to explain why this weekend is going to be packed to the rim with activity and emotion.
Susie will be reading her Faith Statement at a potluck Saturday evening at church. She has been on two weekend retreats, and met with her fellow Coming of Age students on Sunday mornings for much of the year. Like the journalist she hopes to become, she was at the keyboard finishing up the statement as the hands of the clock grew later and later. If that wasn’t enough, the world premiere of Steph’s play, TeenTalk.com debuted Tuesday night at The Graham School, and Susie was one of the actors. (See below YouTube file for the finished product–complete with cameo appearances by the P.A. system.)
For Unitarian Universalist adolescents, Coming of Age is the equivalent of bat mitzvah or Confirmation. In true UU fashion, logistics and scheduling went down almost to the wire, with a blizzard of emails going back and forth between mentors, ministers, kids, parents, etc. On Sunday morning, Susie will be reading Oh, the Places You’ll Go! at the 10 a.m. service.
But there’s more. Steph and her partner, Mike, are en route here by way of car and Amtrak from the Space Coast of Florida even as I
speak type. At the same time, Steph’s father, Ray, aged 84, is headed here from Milwaukee by Greyhound, and will be arriving about 8 a.m. tomorrow morning. This will be the first time I have seen Ray in at least six years, and the first time I have seen Steph in over a year, and the first time I have met Mike. Much has changed in all this time, and I think we’ll all be treading lightly until we finally feel comfortable. (Steph and I talk almost daily by IM and email, and sometimes by phone, and are more of a united front as parents than we were when we lived together.)
The first rainfall in over a week is going on right now. Before I started typing, I ran outside (when it was still sprinkling, and not raining hard, as it is now) and put a blue 12′ × 12′ plastic pool cover over the trike. I doubt one good rain will ruin the trike, but nonetheless I hurried out there to cover it. I must be like the owner of a new car, who dies a million deaths the first time he sees a scratch, no matter how microscopic, on his beloved vehicle.
At the same time, I know I should not be complaining about how hectic this weekend will be. Susie will be going to Florida with Steph for the summer, and I probably will not see her until mid-August. This means I’ll have about 10-12 weeks of quiet and time to myself. Time will tell if that translates into a renewal of my long-moribund mental energy to write–poetry, blogs, diaries, or anything else. I will be back at the bookstore Monday night, for at least the coming week, as summer quarter is just around the corner at Columbus State Community College.
Susie went on Graham’s class trip to Cedar Point today. She had to be at school an hour earlier than normal. I was still getting dressed when I heard her shutting the front door and sprinting toward the bus stop. Yesterday was the last day of school, and Susie greeted me with the news that she is now a sophomore… not that there was any doubt in my mind.
Another semi-noteworthy event I’ll share. I received a package yesterday containing the Sears Silvertone AM radio I bought on eBay. It’s currently sitting on my night table, which is too cluttered right now to be photo-worthy. I combed the Internet for months for the same model I remember seeing in our house when I was a kid. Dad bought it when he was a student at the Catholic University of America in the late 1940s, and I used it on and off for much of my life.
As prone to coincidence as I am, the first thing I did when I took the radio out of the box was check the underside. I last saw Dad’s radio on my desk when I left home in 1982, and it was nowhere to be found when he died in 2000. When I was a child, I scribbled on the underside of the radio with a crayon, and apparently it was indelible. My first thought was that I had ended up with his radio again. This was not the case this time.
When I was younger, the clock lit up in an eerie orange, and the words MAGIC GLOW rimmed the lower part of the dial. By the time I left home, the clock no longer glowed. This is true with the model that arrived yesterday, but the clock still keeps time. I moved the AM dial around from low to the high end, and could barely pick up 610 WTVN, and only then with plenty of static. I’m sure the radio has seen better days, and I am not going to expend any mental energy constructing an antenna. I’m just glad to have this radio and this model by the bed.