April 30, 2007

• Long Long Day

  I spoke first thing this morning with the District Autism Coordinator.  She was sadly unsurprised by my report.  She had meetings with parents and another school already scheduled for today and tomorrow, but will be at Michael's school first thing on Wednesday to look into the situation.  She made it clear that though she is paid by the district, she represents the kid first.

  And she told me that twenty years of experience told her that the best way to help kids was to listen to the parents.

  The Executive Director has resigned from our little organization effective tomorrow.  She will be (probably) staying on as an Independent Contractor to do fundraising.  But all her admin functions have fallen to ... me.

  No, there's no more money in it for me.  But my workload has more than doubled.  Dammit.  No more down time at work.  Not that I had a lot before, but I did used to have time for a few checks of the Xanga site and personal email.

  OH, and my boss today mentioned that it would be cool if I'd be interested in co-authoring a book with him.  At first I was inclined to just laugh, but when he pitched his idea, it's a really good one.  It would be a Jonathon Livingston Seagull kind of thing, I just have to wrap my mind around the right story to convey the idea.  But ... it's a good one. 

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  Aging Out

  Have you stopped lately to think about how old you are?  How about how old you feel?

  We describe how old we are in terms of the number of days gone past, but when we stop to think about how old we feel, we look the other direction.  I'm not "old" because "old" people are closer to death than I am. 

  See?  If we think of it that way, we don't really know how old we are.

  There are 35 year olds who will die tonight.  And there are 70 year olds who will live on to 92.  Which of those is older in this moment? 

  Something to think about.

  

  You know, I don't smoke.  But now that I feel I have graduated from remedial profanity, I'm thinking about other vices I might take up.  I'm not in the slightest bit interested in promiscuity - that would require a lot more working out at the gym than I'm willing to devote to it. 

  Not because I think I need it, I'm pretty darn gorgeous - but there are serious diseases that can come with sexual adventurism and I'd want to be as healthy as possible to fight them off.  So to me that means the gym and remembering to take my vitamins.  Which, I think I forgot this morning.

  But my profane vice is feeling all lonely.  I think I need to adopt it a companion. 

  

   

   

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