The swinging door in my house is swinging the other way this month, as both kids have started their treks back to college. Well, one to college, the other to graduate school at UGA. And we parents adjust, readjust and adjust again, don't we?
So we helped our son move to Athens, Georgia last weekend. And when I say I helped, I really mean that I sat in the car and cried a lot of the time. Oh yeah, I was a big help. "Here...let me help you make up your bed, and soak your pillow with my tears. But by all means, don't feel guilty about moving away."
OK, I'M KIDDING. Mostly. I actually was very weepy. It felt like such a big move - so far away, and let's face it, when someone spent his entire summer sitting on my couch, doing little else but providing fodder for my blog, he kind of became an household fixture, you know? Except that John was an endeared and fun fixture. He's talkative, smart, funny and he's grown into a very pleasant young man. And did I mention that he can fix things? Dave and I are hopelessly un-mechanical, so we're not quite sure which gene pool that came from.
Anyway, I'd be foolish to expect him not to go where he has the best opportunities to complete his education and to make his way in the world of work. (Right? Tell me I'm right.) I've always thought that this area and its rural setting made it a nice place to raise children. And I don't doubt that our schools and teachers and neighbors gave them a great start in life. It's just a shame that the thing that led us to raise a family here - the rural nature of our county - is the very thing that makes it so difficult for them to remain here.
My daughter moves back to school barely a week from now, too. This is a move that we're accustomed to though. And that's not to say that we won't miss her...just that it seems much more normal. But soon she'll be gone and each time my bare foot lands on some spilled cereal and crushes it into the floor, I'll think of her fondly.
But what you're really here for is the stitching, right? And very soon I'll have my stitching chair back in my sole possession again, and I hope to make great progress on every single WIP and UFO in my basket. (Overly optimistic much?) Because the only one I'll have to move out of my chair will be Dave and I'm bigger than him, so.....
My framing isn't back yet, but maybe after the weekend? Meantime, I've stitched a bit on my Eileen Bennett sampler. So far I've had long-arm crosses, montenegrin stitches and I don't remember what stitches I used in the crown.
Chicken: "Ouch! What the....? Why is it so sharp and pointy in places? That's just not natural. And what are those strings hanging off of it? Nurse! Drugs! I need drugs!"