Not in this house, especially one filled with creative types. And B's creativity levels far exceed one person's worth. Look closely, what's hiding in my yard? No, not another school bus, but a portable garage. In hot pink. He couldn't get the white, grey or cool camo variety, it's shocking pink.
Now why might he need a portable garage, you ask, when he doesn't currently have a valid driver's license? To house his art car, of course, in preparation for Burning Man 2016. Introducing, The Coupe de Thrill:
We've also taken in one of the Coupe's troop members, M (AKA - Affectionately Known As Footloose to his friends), who in an industrial accident in December, all but severed his foot and will be non-weightbearing for eight months. With the two boys living here, I think this makes me a later, rather than never, stay at home Mom.
The good news is that, while we were on the Camino, B finished the last three credits toward his degree and this arrived in the mail this week:
We have successfully put all three of our kids through school. I remember my uncle, who was proud for getting all seven of his through college. I guess the true measure of success for them would be for all to be self-supporting. Or better still, making enough to support their parents in their old age ;-) So, if you need the services of an award winning videographer, here's his website.
C creativity has manifested itself in carving stone in the garage, treating the house to loads of dust, loud clunking sounds and streams of swearing. I don't understand how that type of creative endeavour is relaxing in the least. My therapy has been an online course in pen, ink and watercolour illustration, with Seattle's Steven Reddy. No clunks, and a total of one curse word for this project, a collection of items from my kitchen entitled "Handles and Spouts":
I'm looking forward to applying this technique to my house portraits.
Never a dull moment here!