This is the weekend to come to terms with my new status of single mom with only child away at college.
I intend to do some baking, continue reorganizing the house, garden, clean the pellet stove, get some exercise and pull at least one print. This week I have been fairly busy with my friends who have been making sure that I’m not wandering incoherently around in an empty house or sobbing myself to sleep. I have had lovely invitations to dinner and taken advantage of every one. There comes a time when I have to see what it feels like to be alone for an extended period without the anticipation of my son coming home. After all, the next time he will be home is Christmas.
In truth, I am looking forward to the alone time. Last night I set up the radio so that there is more sound in the house than just me talking to myself or the cats (I’ve always talked out loud to whoever is or isn’t around so please don’t count this as “crazy cat lady” behavior – for me, its normal). I intend to bake some bread for myself for the coming week to prove that I really do like to bake bread; it’s not just an activity that I do to nurture others. And then there is the studio. It is waiting for me like a living thing. I hear it whisper to me as I glance its way. I notice that the drafting table is cleaned off and waiting for a new plate. The inks are patient for now but need stirring and want to sing their sticky songs as the brayer rolls over them.
I am excited about this. I am looking forward to this private time. I am happily anticipating a weekend of my own. I’ll let you know how it goes…..