Empty Nest Syndrome?!?

Well, my last little birdie has flown the nest. My last quilted bird that is. Fly South has been sold and I am kind of sad. I'm still enjoying (when I get that infrequent moment) working on those blue and brown squares. But when I packaged up this piece to mail it, I felt a pang. I really feel the need to work with these colors again. But if I do not complete the series I am already working on, I will feel like somewhat of a failure. How can I be a "professional" artist when I am willing to drop a project for some whim? If I do force myself to complete the existing series, will it show that I forced myself? Perhaps I should not even ask myself that question yet. It will be over a week before I can get back to my studio.

My young one, of course, has not flown the nest yet. She is having school withdrawal, and so am I. I am going a little (a lot) whacko without time to myself. I really need time to be COMPLETELY alone. Time to not answer questions. Time to curse out loud if I feel the need. Time to talk to myself.

Right now, I am taking a bit of time to do some paperwork and blog. The television is on. I can hear the sounds of the Wonder Pets saving the lives of other little animals. I could use these little Wonder Pets. I want a guinea pig cutting fabric, a baby duck operating the sewing machine and a turtle to sew on beads. What, you don't know of this show? You watch politcal shows, movies for adults (no, not porn), read moving biographies. Ha! Good for you. I will be in the world of a six-year-old with that danged theme song from Wonder Pets in my head all day.

I would be in a slightly better mood if it weren't for weather forecasters. I REALLY wish I could get paid to make VERY inaccurate predictions. The newspaper shows a diagram with a big sun and a little cloud and a large number with a little circle next to it. Know what we have? Rain. And a not so big number with a little circle next to it. The park is out. Paper crafts are in. I'm tired and its only 9:30am.