Thurs 28 June 2007

As part of their graduation day doings, the Grade 12s and their escorts parade through the seniors' lodge and the carehome to show off their finery. After they'd done these two tours, Emil was dropped off at Weneeda Park Lodge, where Grandma lives, and I got them together for a picture.

When Emil and I went to the clothing store to have him measured for the tux, we then had to choose which one we were ordering. To me none of them looked much different from any other, and I told Emil to look through the two catalogues of available suits and pick one he liked. He flipped a few pages and then said, "Can I get an orange one?"

Orange has been his favourite colour since he was an infant. Once during a regular medical checkup he laid on his back next to a poster that was almost wholly orange, and ooh'd and ahh'd (I guess it was cooing) with enthusiasm. He wasn't even six months old, as I recall.

"No," I was relieved to say, "they don't make orange ones. But you could have a red vest and bowtie."

"Okay," he agreed. That was easy.

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So, the day is done. Emil had a great time and we were home by 10:30.

Everett's face looks no different than it did yesterday and unless there is a miracle by morning, it looks like we'll be doing hospital time in the city again.

We've been planning to go to the city this weekend anyway, so I doubt I'll be updating before Monday.

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