So, on Saturday, Jim wanted all of us to go with him to this Single Parent Scholarship Awards thingy in the town where we are moving. He was presenting a scholarship from the company he works for to a very deserving single parent.
Clark was already going with a very reluctant spirit...I didn't blame him, but we all 4 went to support Jim. He had told us it would be a "short program," and
bribed us with offered to buy us dinner at a favorite restaurant. We'd been in town since early afternoon, driving around looking at different neighborhoods, trying to get our bearings. By the time we got to dinner, we were all totally overwhelmed, and after we ate, we headed to Jim's thingy.
Once we got there and Jim saw the program, he said it would probably take TWO HOURS. Annnnd his part was at the end, the very. last. thing. A groan came out of Clark that I'm pretty sure was heard 'round the world. And then the program started. It was all kinds of musical acts and things...with drawing for door prizes in between. The only thing that could've possibly made the night better was if I had put Clark's name into the drawing...and he would've won some fragrant body oil or foot massage cream from a local boutique!
Anyway, the first act was a soloist and she wasn't bad. Then, there was a group of orchestra-type singers who sang OLDIES like "Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy" and songs like that. A folk band also performed, and it was painful, unless you like that type of music (and plenty of people did, if nodding your head to the beat means you like it)...but their last song was "Puff the Magic Dragon," which they made us all sing IN UNISON before they left the stage. Clark was about to die. (I think the band had been puffing the magic dragon, if you get my drift!) Is that song about a boy and his dragon, or is it about DRUGS? I don't know!!
There was a guy who READ POETRY THAT HE HAD WRITTEN. The first one was called "Chocolate" and he....oh, well...that story is too long to tell. He also wrote one for a war veteran he'd met somewhere, and another one we didn't really understand. Clark leaned over and said, "shoot me now." I mean, everyone thinks their own poetry is good...and it means a lot. TO.THEM. But if I had shot him, he would've missed the next act...the STEPPERS, and Oh MY Goodness, it was entertaining! One of the last acts was a small church "choir," and I use the term "choir" loosely. The median age of the group was 90. There were about 8 people. Two ladies had to be physically helped up onto the stage...not that there's anything wrong with that. It just added to the whole presentation...they were all quite old, and it took them a long time to get from the stairs...to the center of the stage. But they did it! They basically YELLED out the song, "how great is our God?" and swayed back and forth. Think Carol Burnett as "Mrs. Wiggins." That's what it reminded me of, except this was REAL. Now, I'm not making fun of old people, or people who need help, or choirs, or singing, or yelling, or...yep...think that's about it. They were precious to watch. They sang the chorus about 10 times, and when they were done and we were all clapping, the oldest lady on stage PUT HER TEETH BACK IN. :)
We had a great time, really, we did. Everyone was SO nice. We met the registrar at Clark's new school, who just so "happened" to be one of the people in charge of the shin-dig. THANK YOU, LORD, for showing us You're in all the details, and that You are preparing our way. The registrar is sending us some information and packets to be filled out, and it's great to know that we we go up to the school...she will be there and will remember us.
We laughed a lot all night, and even tho it wasn't something we would voluntarily go to...it was a lot of fun. I love that my family supports each other. We can have a good time wherever we go.
(and I'm pretty sure I will bust out some of those 'stepper moves' at our next family get-together!)
("There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven...a time to weep, and a time to laugh..." Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4a)