Sunday, May 07, 2006

Please slow the clock.


I've been completely avoiding discussing the difficulty in learning to let go - which was supposed to be the point of this blog. It appears that the last few months have flown by in a flash and the time is quickly approaching when Z will dash out to spread his wings, fly, explore and enjoy the world - AWAY FROM HOME! And S is trying hard to do the same.

Z started his IB Exams last week. The first higher level English paper went ok. Afer the first 1/3 of higher level calculus, he looked at me and said "That was ugly, (pause) but I think I passed." He looked dejected. I felt sick and had no words to say that would offer comfort. I knew it was only the beginning of a long two weeks of very grueling academic exams. He should be so proud of himself. I marvel at the kids in this program.

Friday he was allowed out of school early to prepare for prom. We went to the tailor to pick up the tuxedo. Of course she hadn't done the alterations for the jacket so we went and had lunch (I didn't let him have the garlic oil on the calzone because I was thinking of his date later - OMG there I go again with the control issue) and then went back to the tailor and picked up the tuxedo to take home. We went to a few hair salons to see if anyone could braid his hair in corn rows but none of them had a staff member available. We picked up the corsage and put it in the 'fridge at home. Shortly before being ready to leave for prom, he noticed there was blood in several places on his shirt (perhaps from shaving?). You have to love the Clorox pen for emergencies like that. I dropped him off at his prom date's house, asked to quickly take a few pictures and then hurried out of there and left him to enjoy himself with his date. They looked so nice. A group of friends went out to a special dinner and then they all went to the prom. Sorry about the blurred pic but his date slipped her arms around Z's arm and here's the corsage.



Yesterday Z went to grad night at Disney. I tried to dissuade him from going as almost all of his friends chose not to go. I didn't want him walking around Disney alone from 7:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. I said I didn't mind losing the money we spent for the ticket. He loaded his pockets with cliff bars, pump, glucose meter, glucose tabs, wallet and slipped a FRIO wallet with insulin/syringes/spare prefilled cartridge and a spare infusion set onto his belt. He said I didn't need to worry, that he'll be fine. He mentioned I'm going to end up with a heart attack with all my worrying. I was flipping out on one side and knew full well he was right and he had to go and enjoy himself and make the choice to go. He's 18. Maybe it was all symbolic of him going off to school alone that got me in the gut.

The truth is, he's a very responsible young man and he really is fully prepared to be on his own. I'm the one with the issues!

So while my 18 year old with diabetes was wandering around Disney with thousands of high school seniors from around Florida, my 16 year old daughter had a full day. She drove herself and friends to lunch. Later she had to be driven to a friend's house because they were all going out to Melting Pot to celebrate that friend's birthday. After the dinner party she asked to be picked up and brought home to change clothes and then go to a bar/grill restaurant to listen to her friend's band play. I asked her to be home at 11:30 p.m. which she states she never heard. I called her repeatedly starting at 11:45. At 12:15 a.m. she told me they were going to Steak and Shake, to which I said "no you are not, come home now." That was ignored. She waltzed into the house at 12:55 a.m. Was I unhappy?!!! 30 minutes later she answered her cell phone and I told her to get off the phone. Then she told me the kid who was driving was in an accident and is not breathing. She was visibly upset and we tried to find the kid's home number but didn't have it. Then she was called again and told it was a joke, that they had had a minor accident but there was just a little bleeding. My adrenaline was pumping. I didn't get to sleep much before 3:00 a.m. I took away her phone and her Internet access. But how stupid is that? It's all I can control? She's a good kid. She doesn't take drugs, or get drunk. Now how do I give it back without looking like an #%? She does need to follow some rules.

Zack called us at 6:45 a.m. and said his bus would arrive back at the school at 7:15 so we should pick him up. My husband went and picked him up and Z is safely sound asleep. S is on the couch safely watching tv. But the clock keeps ticking.


Saturday, May 06, 2006

Funky floral

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Nurtring Our Creative Souls



Yesterday I went to Home Depot in search of a pot and a new jasmine plant, and a pot for a plant that looks like a palm but is not a palm -it's a tricolor marginata. The clerk while looking for "root hormone" joked about how it seems that many are taking growth hormone these days, so why not our plants? I told him I also need plant food and magnesium sulfate as my plants are better fed than my family:-). The sprinklers went off by accident and some of the patrons were flipping out. I laughed it off and found someone to turn them off. One woman remarked "You have a lot of patience." My response was "Life is good!" Are people who garden so worried about getting a little wet from sprinklers in south Florida?

Unfortunately there were no exciting pots so I decided to check out the paint department in order to dress up the double lip terracotta pots I chose. I found some Rustoleum enamel paints (hunter green, yellow and almond), a touch up paint roller kit with two little extra rollers and a brush. Perhaps I should have done some research about what would be the best paints on a terracotta pot but oh well, I chose to take the plunge.

I woke up excited to start painting. I felt like a little kid in pre-school...lots of messy paint, paint as you go, mix the colors, cut up a sponge to do some sponge painting .... It was a gorgeous cool spring morning (in the 70s) and the neighbor's birds were chirping and greeting the day. I thought about putting on music to keep me company but just enjoyed the sounds of nature instead.

I painted 4 pots and the rim of one other. My first one ended up with lots of layers of paint because I wasn't thrilled with all the experimentation. The others were easier and are waiting for me to embellish the base coats another day. I let the pots dry most of the day and when the first was dry to the touch, I filled it with good potting soil and the new jasmine plant. I watered it thoroughly. Hours later I looked outside and thought for a minute the pot was still wet...but the paint bubbled up from underneath. While I actually like the textured look, I'm pretty sure the paint will peel and I'll have to start again with this pot. I had an awesome time painting and nurturing my soul with creativity today.

What

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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Curly peach hibiscus, orange begonia and ripe cherry tomatoes







Wednesday, April 26, 2006

After the rain.







Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Canna

Sunday, April 23, 2006

New life





The cucumber plants finally have flowers :-).





Our first ripening tomato.