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Me & JP, C is for Cap…

JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom a40EE7779-B764-4A35-9D07-CC81CD3BC40Cnd dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy!

JP:  Nana, we get to wear hats when we graduate this year!

Me:  I heard about that.  And gowns, too.  They’re called caps and gowns.

JP:  Nana, boys don’t wear gowns!

Me:  Oh, well, these are more like robes.  You know, wizard robes.  And the caps are kind of flat, with a tassel on the side.

JP:  What?

Me:  Well, like a string that hangs down.  I think when Elizabeth graduated from your preschool last year the caps and gowns were red cause that’s one of your school colors.  I think your school colors are red and navy blue.

JP:  No, I think the color is blue.

Me:  But you know how your uniform shirts are red or white or blue?  And then what color are the ones with the stripes?

JP:  I think they’re red and black.

Me:  Well, it might look like black, but I think they’re red and navy blue.

JP:  I think our colors are blue and white.  

Me:  Well, I know Elizabeth’s cap and gown were red.

JP:  Wait.  I think our colors are red and navy blue.



Last night I dreamt a dream I’ve had several times before in different variations.  I’m going back to school, usually college, because I found I’m one class short of graduating.  This time I was in high school and I’d had to go back so that my college degree was valid, because I was one credit short in high school.  Dreams never make much sense, at least mine.  It was pretty vivid as I remember it was English class I was taking and the teacher asked me what class I was missing and when I told her, she nodded sagely and said, “Ah, yes, Latin.”  Which doesn’t make a bit of sense why I would be in English class, especially since I’ve never taken one single Latin class in my life!

I remember feeling like I hadn’t studied enough, my paper wasn’t complete, I couldn’t do the test, everyone around me was finishing and when papers were handed back — poof, that’s it.  Now the weird thing is, I have a high school diploma.  I have a college degree.  That all happened a long, long time ago.  I do have a high school class reunion coming up next month so do you think I’m stressing about that? I don’t feel like I am.  Yes, I’m older and heavier and grayer than I was in high school, but, geez, who isn’t in my class?  I mean, we’re all the same age!   I went to a really large high school with a graduating class of about 1200.  My maiden name began with Z-Y, so you can imagine I was at the end of the line.  My poor parents sat through graduation four times with us kids.  Everyone did clap and cheer and throw their hats in the air when I finally walked across the stage, though! 😉

My thoughts about these dreams has been that somehow I feel like a fraud, like I don’t really have the degrees I say I do.  Or could it be I’m anxious about something in life right now?  I’m thinking of getting a book about analyzing dreams but if anyone has any suggestions or ideas about my dreams, please let me know.  I did just hear something on the news about people who dream being less likely to suffer from Alzheimer’s disease, so there’s a plus!