My son picked this flower and gave it to me. I wore it in my hair all day, until it closed up. Then I stuck it in a book.
When he went back to school, I wrote him a note telling him that I loved him, he would be ok and all the other talismanic things I say to him to get him from point A to point B. I tucked it the book he's currently reading (Da Vinci Code), then had to stop and rewrite it. He can't read cursive.
To keep him from stressing himself into an autistic meltdown, I also promised to pick him up early that first day back. As assured, he was fine about going to school again by the second day. But that first day back after a vacation is always a killer. Autistic kids hate change and transitions are tough. He was scared to death.
I worry. I am going to have to design an entirely new world and get it finished in a hurry so that my son will be able to be safe and happy and healthy all his life. In that world, autistic people will be worshipped as Gods and there will always be a place for him, so many niches for him to fill that he will have to hold a lottery and the winner will get to employ him and give him great health insurance for the rest of his life.
A little, fat, fluffy bird my daughter was watching.
I think I am going to spend February finishing the archives. I have it all somewhere, all the way back to January 2000, when I started this. My abject apologies for never having learned anything new about grammar and syntax in that time and my continued abuse of the comma.
In the meantime, it seems that the world will end if I do not apply labels to all my posts, making it easier for you to navigate. This won’t help those of you who keep finding your way here by Googling "Aleeve" but it might make it easier for the ones who only want to see the latest desktop, photo or entry about menopause.
Well, sooner or later there'll be an entry about menopause. Please bear with me while I do the label/archive thingy.
