Now that the Standard Grades are over, and school is winding down for the year, I have this niggling feeling that my raison d’être has gone, vanished, disparu. Perhaps I should write a final blog post, following the lead of AB and Blethers. Trouble is, it’s too addictive and I’m not sure I could even bring myself to write a spoof. So you’ll have to put up with me for a little longer.
There is a real end of term feel invading the cage. GP2 arrived home yesterday with a pile of artwork; I always like seeing what they’ve been up to but I guess this is the last such pile we’ll see as he’s dropping art. We look and admire and then wonder what to do with it all. It will sit around for a while and then I will act as ruthless editor and decide which pieces should retain housespace and which will quietly leave the premises while his attention is elsewhere. I have to say, biased as I am, that he has done some really nice work this year. The genes are there, on both sides (although they skipped me!), with an uncle who has managed to make a living as a painter and a cousin who graduates any day now from Edinburgh Art School. Her final year show opens next week so we will go and be impressed by the professionals-to-be. In my guise as professional aunt, I have hardly seen said niece/cousin in her 3 years up north. I haven’t provided regular meals, baled her out when she’s been stuck, or supplied income from baby-sitting duties. How can 3 years go by so fast?
I now have approximately 20 fewer pieces of metal embedded in my leg and a shiny new plaster to cover it all although the titanium plate, which I suspect will set off airport metal detectors for evermore, remains. I have also been assured that I won’t be walking around boulder beaches 3 weeks after the plaster comes off so I’m going to have to phone my colleagues and pull out of the fortnight’s work in Shetland at the end of July. So no watching otters on low tide at dawn this year. Oh well. The good thing is that I’ll have a summer at home, if only the weather would improve. The downside – we’ll be broke. But I will be here when the exam results come out. Good thing or bad thing? Who knows!