Singin' the Blues

Down on Bittersweet Lane we're singin' the blues--the college registration blues. Although this is not my daughter, the photo captures her spirit completely. She is so lost and confused. Child #3 forgot to pre-register last term and now must join the melee that is mass-registration tomorrow. It's her last semester at the local community college before transferring to the bigger, more expensive University. She knows what she wants to be--social worker/counselor--but is hating the process needed to get there. Enter the procrastination. Mr B and I encourage her to make her own decisions but this is our "independent clinging vine". Like a wisteria, she's strong, lovely, and blooms profusely--as long as she has a strong support. She knows the answers, she can do this process and has several times now. She just has to map those last few classes that she needs against what she's already completed. Yet last night were wails of help, despair and doubt escalating into frustration and snappish remarks. Growing up, taking responsibility, making decisions--it's a scary process but one we all face eventually. I think the blues will be playing softly here for a few more days.....

It's been kind of a funky last two weeks here on Bittersweet Lane. Both Mr. B and I have had emotionally draining turmoil in our workplaces but both places seem to be settling down (or we're aclimating to it). Kiddo 3 has been stressing over several papers for her college classes especially the one where she has to interview the owner of a hotel/motel that houses sex offenders (in a seedy part of town, of course). She was accompanied by a classmate. Kiddo 4 is struggling to write papers for his Senior Portfolio, necessary for graduation. He has a very dry, sardonic sense of humor (can't imagine where he gets it from) and is guarded about his emotions. Unfortunately, the teacher doesn't get the humor and has some kind of Lifetime-movie notion of reaching each child's emotional core, exposing it and saving/reforming/tranforming them. That is so not going to happen with this Aspy.

I was checking out favorite blogs this morning, and was amazed at Hip to Save's shopping trip to Walgreen's this week here. Isn;t she amazing!!

On the happy things front, my sewing machine is is happily purring away. After a monthlong hiatus, I finally got the sewing mojo back.

I'm working on Simplicity 4366, view B, the lower righthand photo, in a dark navy blue microfiber. It feels so good to sew again. That creative process is so restorative to my emotional well-being and keeps the closet stocked, too.

Birthday Cheers!!

My initial post is the birth of this blog and a celebration of someone else's birthday. Happy Birthday to the most wonderful man in my world--my husband, hereafter affectionately referred to as Mr. B (as in Bittersweet). Cheers and Salutions, Darling. Birthday spankings may insue in a more opportune place.