The Bechdels

I finished Are You My Mother by Alison Bechdel today and immediately started reading her first book, Fun Home. I read all day, so I'm almost done with Fun Home. These are graphic novel memoirs and they are phenomenal. I'm thinking of writing a graphic novel.  I've been sketching some little images here and there.  Once I get some kind of concept, I'm good to go. At any rate, try to read these books by Alison Bechdel if you want.  Both very good.

I spent half my day reading, and half my day trying to clear out closets.  #1 Son is not super helpful with this work. I asked him today, "Do you think I can move your... manga collection / old sheet music / toys of yore... to the Goodwill bags, or do you want them in a box in the attic?"
#1 is non-commital, usually offering something like, "Either way, it's not going to make much difference," or "Why do you even have to move any of this stuff?"  I'm not sure why he thinks his roommates will want to stay in rooms filled with his old stuff, but he seems to think they won't mind. I didn't get much done.

Changes are happening at Artful School and it feels weird to read about said changes via emails or texts knowing that I don't work there any more. I was getting all hyped up talking with people about school yesterday and today I realized I need to back off and let people live their lives without my 2 cents.  It's a little tough not knowing where I'll work in a year and my major goal is to not think about this anymore, but I still keep thinking about it.  I hope I stop soon. I don't do well with uncertainty. I think we all know this.  If I knew where I would work next, I would stop thinking about it right away.