Today was pretty much a big stinker. We moved our eldest to her first real home that is not our collective family address.
Upon arrival, a Friday at lunchtime, there were two empty Jose Cuervo bottles in the yard and an empty “male enhancement” pill packet dear the driveway of the college town apartment building. And it wasn’t even the weekend yet.
Geez. And I thought campus life was void of all fair reason and executive functioning.
When we got home tonight, I made a vat of homemade mac and cheese for the family then a prompt beeline to my worktable to take my mind off my worry. Making art, placing color and form on a canvas is such a useful diversion and mitigator of worries.
It’s not like I lived in any decent areas when I was an undergrad or grad school. I distinctly remember getting chased to my front door one night at midnight in NOVA by a post-toasted somebody who wanted to touch my hair. Lucky for me he was too drunk to run very fast….
I cut my hair off, very short, shortly after.
I’m praying to God that she has more sense than I did.
So, here’s where I stopped tonight:
