Years' Later

I started getting comments to my old blog, 'Rose Nose'. Lots of comments. The only problem is, the comments came from Russia and all of them seemed to be from call girls. So, I started over.

Makes me sad, starting over. I started that blog in 2005. But, over and over again, I was getting these poorly written comments. I had to start over.

I am waiting for my son to come home. He's travelling with other art students, driving the 10-hour drive. I am a little nervous about it, as there is snow and ice forecast between Milwaukee and Lawrence. And, they are all art students, with their minds on things other than the road. I'll feel better when I can see him with my own eyes and he is home safe.

My daughter finished the semester off a heck of alot better than she thought she would. And, I am proud of her. Feels good to see her, proud of her, too. She brought home some of her artwork, including a cool self portrait, that I am displaying on the mantle.

Another semester down. Just 3 to go. It was a busy semester, working 25 hours a week, then another 20 hours a week cleaning, then two classes and all the reading and projects that go with that. But, I did it. My house reflects the nutty schedule I kept, too, so, piece by piece, I am getting caught up, with mountains of laundry and bill paying and this and that.

All I could think about tonight, driving from errand to errand, is what all Gordon is missing. Gordon has missed so much. I am especially focused on all that he has missed with Sam and Georgia. Self portraits on the mantle. Calls from Milwaukee to boast about a good grade or a painting being sold. But even more so, it is the daily stuff he has missed. It is the expectation of the car driving into the driveway with our son delivered safely. It is our daughter laughing hysterically while talking for hours on her phone.

Here we are, years later. We made it. I just wish he had felt like he could have as well.