I just flew back from Colorado, and boy are my arms tired. →[More:] It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Wednesday morning, my boy graduated from the Air Force Academy, on a cold and drizzly morning made warm by the fact he got to TALK to Dubya....and late Wednesday night my husband's stepdad in Denver died.

We got the call Thursday morning. He had the same kind of tumor Edward Kennedy has, and we already knew he could go anytime, but, still.

Hubby is still in Denver. I am home, in some sord of weird afterglow...it's the end of an era in so many ways.

Enough of the bad tho-my son got an awesome statuette thingy of a falcon because he was the number one grad in the English Department. Of course there were only seven or eight total in that department, but STILL. I have read some of his papers, and I now know my son is totally way smarter than me. It's scary.

I got to see parades and stuff, and his squadron had a separate commissioning ceremony, in which I helped put on his new shoulder boards. I managed to drop the stupid pins just like a third of the other parents did, but it was all good.

And no matter what you think of George W, it's not many important people who would stand in freezing weather and salute and shake hands and chest bump and sign autographs (?) and in various and sundry ways make the graduation of over one thousand people a memory for a lifetime. Yes, I said one thousand. He gave individual attention to each one. I was pooped just watching him.

Oh, and we didn't get our airshow right afterwards because of the weather (altho it cleared up literally right after grad!) but we DID get the flyover when the hats were tossed, and it is very much as awesome and then some as people say. If you ever ever get a chance to go to a graduation at USAFA, do it.

It will be later on before I can get pics up, but there will be some.

For now, that is all.