Snow’s sprinkling fine sugar upon this first full day of spring, but we all know its shaker is almost empty, so what the hell. You’ve lost, cold and snow. Spring’ll be here soon, like it or don’t.
It is also M’s birthday and the 10th anniversary of the day I quit smoking cigarettes.
Today Andy and I take Jonah to his pediatrician, the one we switched to because his specialty is autism. I’ve got my spare pair of glasses on in case Jonah flips out (like he did last week when we took him to the psychiatrist and switched his meds from rispersdal to trileptal in yet another attempt to get the right drug to help him).
Jonah drums in his sleep sometimes.
And he’s been limping on and off, to add to the myriad of mysteries to solve, and I’m hoping they can figure that out too.
Onward we push, into spring, into the unknown, into another decade of no cigarettes…
Isn’t Mother Nature a-m-a-z-i-n-g! I couldn’t believe my eyes this morning when they opened onto my huge window with . . . No! It can’t be . . . But it is! Snow! Again! It’s spring fergodsake! My first thought was to utter a few four-letter words. Then I decided to laugh instead. I curled on my side and watched the fat flakes accumulate on the limbs and boughs outside my treehouse windows. It’s snowing today in the Catskills, whether I’m done with winter or not. I can curse it or appreciate its beauty, and I choose the latter. Today’s tableaux is nowhere near as exciting as the first snowfall each year, but it’s pretty nonetheless. It will melt soon, leaving crocuses and daffodils to rein supreme.
Congratulations, Amy, on ten years of nicotine-free life. That is quite an accomplishment for a former addict. I’ve got a little over eight-months of nicotine-freedom myself, having finally quit on July 13 (with the aid of VortexHealing) forty-eight years after I stuck the first one in my fifteen-year-old mouth. Yeah!
Good luck at the pediatrician’s today. Jonah looks so peaceful, so adorable asleep with his drumsticks in hand. He is a beautiful child.
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