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Unless you just stumbled upon this blog, you know my son Jonah lives and goes to school at the Anderson Center for Autism.  We could no longer keep him home because of his violently aggressive behaviors.  Jonah has come a long way in the year he’s been at Anderson!  So many parents like us depend on this school for their child’s fundamental education.  Anderson is holding a Fundraising Gala on October 6th.  The idea is to raise money for the school.

I am not one to ask for money often, but today I am.  For Jonah I will.

I am so grateful to the Anderson Center…

If you can give any amount, I will appreciate it very, very much. (Choose gala donation when you get to the donate page). Your information will be kept private and your donation will be processed on a secure server, though you will be acknowledged in the Gala Program and of course can use your donation as a charitable contribution on your taxes.

And if there happen to be (or if you know) any owners of restaurants, Bed and Breakfasts, stores, hot air balloons, art centers, museums, bookstores, grocery stores, amusement parks, gyms, hotels, airlines, spas, hair salons, gas stations, toy stores, resort properties, etc. reading this– or if you have a superfluous surplus of iPads, those things/gift certificates/gift cards would be amazing to have for the silent auction.

May your kindnesses come back to you a thousandfold!

I’m starting my blog vacation now…be back in town on the tenth.  I am so excited I am almost shaking just to think about crossing the threshold of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s home, kept just as she left it when she died three days after her 90th birthday, on February 10th, 1957.

(Yes, I know what a geek I am).

Some Jonah pictures and maybe a video until I return:

Isn’t this a great picture of Jonah and Grandma?

A video of Jonah being on-purpose bad and somewhat gross and us not doing much about it.  We choose our battles.

solving complex algebraic equations

disappearing into a dive

Bye, people who use vacation time to go to beaches on oceans and lakes instead of the center-of-the-USA Missouri Ozarks home of a dead children’s book author!  You’re missing out.

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* I’m not trying to call myself a blog star (did I coin a new phrase there?), but rather to give a small nod to the first video ever played on MTV.  Almost-twelve-year-old me was there to watch it all go down, and damn it was cool.  August 1, 1981 – we just passed MTV’s 31st birthday.  Video changed everything.

It still does.  I don’t know what it is about watching the video of Jonah in the last post, but I watch it & watch it & watch it again.   It’s as if the video allows (forces?) me to step outside myself, seeing Boo through a stranger’s eyes.  I can describe him until I’ve written a doctoral dissertation –but only the video can really show you his abilities, both excellent (swimming & his sense of humor) and not-so-excellent (lack of communication, and inappropriate noise levels).  Watching the video is different than the living of it.  Different scary.  Different real.  Or surreal.

How do I explain what I mean?

He’s ten years old.  He’s my baby.  Too soon to be an adult and, watching that video, I became afraid of all that means and how soon it is coming.  In fact it’s speeding up, as time does when we age somehow, and if I’m not careful I will worry in a million ways which will only waste time.

Operating under the assumption that I’m not involved, would I whip out my camera to film him aggressing and post it here?  I want to say yes – but I don’t know.

Anyhow, I found older snippet-videos, most of him swimming last year.  Here are two:

In this first video we see I am trying to take a photo of Jonah (who very accommodatingly smiled wide for the camera) and then realizing – duh – I have the setting on video.

In this second one you can hear him say “all ny-uh” – which used to be his way to say “all done.”   Now he just says “all done.”  He has come a long way at Anderson.  It happens so quickly, all of this everything.  Sometimes I feel as if I’m in slow motion, watching it speed past me.

For once this writer doesn’t know what to say or how to say it.

(Like that hard as hell Spanish course I’m doing on Rosetta Stone.  They make you say words when you don’t even know what they mean or how to use them.  I say the words over and over and over sometimes before they let me go on.  Never do you know the meaning of a word.  It’s all pictures, and repetition, letting you in on the secret of Spanish 0h so frustratingly slowly. 

Then you have to spell words correctly, accents and all with this keyboard tool they give you.  Then you have to hear the differences between ridiculously similar ways to pronounce two completely different words, like the words for baby and drink.   I have to admit, in English there are single words that mean different things.  Rose.  Lash.  Stream. 

Those are just off the top of my head.  Does Spanish also have this?  Am I even capable of learning it?  I forget all the words.  I don’t understand why it is “Tengo frio” (sorry, I don’t have my accents handy) and yet “Estoy hambre.”  If I’m even remembering that right.  One means I am cold and one means I am hungry, right?  Or no?  When do you use tengo and when do you use estoy?  And why?) 

End of rant about learning Spanish.  But if you know the answers feel free to chime in.  Por favor!

In exactly one month I will no longer be the answer to the universe.  (Unless I die before that, in which case I will always be the answer to the universe).

We’re coming up on the first anniversary of Jonah’s going to Anderson.

I miss him a lot tonight.

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Well I know I can’t be posting poetry all the time but poetry comes out of me in cycles, and when my mind shapes a poem I must write it.  I know most people don’t like poetry, especially mediocre poetry, so I apologize for placing it, perhaps, where it does not belong.

Jonah had a relatively good day in school yesterday, which was very cool to read in his log book – he’d gone roller skating and loved it.  He loves yoga too, and his scooter they pull him around on with a weighted-vest.  My sensory-craver boy…

Then D came over and Andy and she and I brought Jonah and the clippers outside, to the outlet halfway down the driveway – and between the three of us, we buzz-cut his hair.  D did the actual buzzing while Andy held Jonah and I sat on the driveway holding Jonah’s legs between Andy’s legs so he couldn’t kick or thrash.  He was hopping mad, of course.  It looked like a circus act, with hair flying everywhere and Jonah twisting around.  Good thing the neighbors weren’t out.  Afterward we had a near-bald boy who immediately ran inside to look at himself in his bedroom door mirror and run his little hand through its baby-chick-head softness.  I went outside to the driveway where all boo’s hair was scattered and picked up a lock.  Maybe it is silly, but I want it to hold when he is gone and I can’t be with him.

Of course he gave D and I plenty of trouble on the way to H’s house and pool.  Safe hands? he’d ask D, wanting her to hold both his hands.  She’d turn and hold his hands, then he’d try to pick his nose or swipe stray hairs from his face, so she’d let go, only to have him beg for safe hands again.  Over and over.  He kicked the back of D’s seat and head-rest, hit the windows HARD, flat-palmed, and screamed his loudest, his someone-is-murdering-me screams, laughing and giggling afterward.

What?  D and I would ask each other, unable to talk above the noise.  No wonder I am going for a hearing test this afternoon.  Between Jonah, my concussion, and all those loud 70s/80s/90s concerts I saw (like KISS, Rush, Def Leppard, Jane’s Addiction, and every other band where I’ve sat too close to the speakers on purpose), my ears are suffering.  I always did like my music loud.

Then Jonah started to beg for hot dog.  Hotdogwithmustard?  he asked repeatedly.  Hotdogwithmustard?  My plan was to stop at Stewart’s on the way to H’s, but then I called H and she said she still had some from the last time I brought some over, so she prepared one in her microwave, God bless her, so it would be ready upon King Jonah’s’ arrival.

Finally Jonah got both his naked swim and his hot dog and all was right with the world for a few moments, though the entirety of our visit was maybe 15 minutes, tops.  ADHD?  D and I were half-jokingly recalling the blessed days (which we used to complain about, believe it or not) when he would perseverate on just one thing at a time.  Let’s ride the escalator 75 times!  Let’s stare into the street sewer for a half an hour!  Let’s go on the merry-go-round 8 times in a row!

Going on the assumption that most folk prefer pictures over poetry, I’ll make sure to come back later and post some.  I might even upgrade my account so I can post video.  I’m taking pictures and video of Jonah with ever-increasing frequency, as if I can capture and visit him whenever I want.

“The candlelight flickers
The falcon calls
A lime-green lizard scuttles down the cabin wall
And all of these spirit voices
Sing rainwater, seawater
River water, holy water
Wrap this child in mercy…”

~ Spirit Voices by Paul Simon

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