Life With A Side Of Autism


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

So What's In Watkins Glen? And Why Is It Haunting Me?

Sunday morning, I awoke from a dream, which is actually pretty usual for me. I do my deepest sleeping in the hours just before I wake, and sometimes, I remember what I dreamed about.

This one was....odd.

I was answering the door, and there stood a guy from my long-ago past. He was one of the two guys in my history that I consider to be "the one that got away." Or, more accurately, "the one I stupidly pushed away."

He looked me right in the eye and said "I'm here. And this time, we're going to talk. You know as well as I do that we're not going to be able to function without being in each other's lives, so you're going to open that door, and let me in. And we're going to talk."

Monday, August 3, 2015

Time Travel Is Possible...All You Need Is A Song

I was sitting in a shopping mall food court when it happened. My son was in the restroom, washing the pizza sauce off his face, I had just pulled out my phone to check Facebook while I waited, and suddenly...

I was sitting on my bed in my room in the house I grew up in, music swirling around me, knees hugged to my chest as I closed my eyes and dreamed about the day I'd be leaving the dust of my small town behind me, living and traveling and wringing every second out of it. No more small town life. No more small town people wanting small dreams for me. No more.

I didn't even realize I was singing along with the mall muzak until I heard the guy at the table next to me doing the same, much to the embarrassment of his wife and teenage son. It's kind of hard not to on that one - the song was "Life in a Northern Town" by Dream Academy (yes, the original version, not the cover by Sugarland) and the chorus pretty much demands that you sing along.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Fun On A Friday - Hot Enough For Ya? Here, Have Some Winter Memories...

Welcome to the high point of summer - it's blistering hot, the humidity is through the roof, and of course, my air conditioner is on the fritz. And though I might complain about it, I always do like to say "You don't have to shovel sunshine."

And with that thought, let's remember how much fun we all had in the ice and the snow....

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Lions And Politics And Footballs, Oh My! Wouldn't You Like Some Good News For A Change?

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some good news. So I became a good news junkie last night, and found some stories that I think are worth passing along.

We'll start with a guy named Durango Joe.

Joe is a recovering alcoholic, who hangs out at local bars -but not for the reason you think. Joe has devoted himself (and his truck) to being a sober ride home for anyone who needs it.

[Credit: River Falls Journal/Deb Eliason]

“I was an awful person. I only thought of myself,” Sweeney admits. “This is my way of saying, ‘I’m sorry.’ Sorry to my community. Sorry to the city.”
Read Joe's story here.

Next, we have a story of thirty years and a thankful heart.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Fifteen Minutes Of Peace

My life is chaos
On a regular basis
Work chaos
Home chaos
Commuting in between chaos
But sometimes, late in the evening
Or maybe half an hour before it's time to wake the kids
I pour that mug of tea
And I sit on the porch
I listen to the crickets
Or the birds
And I breathe deep
I ask the universe
What do you want from me today?
What do I want from myself?
Sometimes I decide I'm doing
And sometimes, I'm just being
And enjoying a cup of tea before the chaos

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

BIC Wants To Save Handwriting - Is It Worth It?

Dear BIC,

Look, I know you mean well. You're trying to save a dying art - the art of handwriting.

In this age of technology, cursive is falling by the wayside. Curlicues and looping letters are giving way to keyboarding and screen taps. I've heard your sentiment echoed from many of the "older set" (and by that, I mean those of us over thirty), but the attitudes among the interns coming in at the day job and the kids that go to school with my daughter's are drastically different.

They just don't see the necessity.

All their school papers are typed on a computer now. Most of them aren't even printed on paper, but saved on a flash drive or emailed directly to the instructor.

The days of red pens correcting lines of language on a crisp sheet of paper are fading into memory, and my daughter and those like her aren't mourning it a bit.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Let's Face The Monday - And Dance!!

Hello all, and welcome to another fine week.

"Why, Ellie," you say (or at least in my head you do), "Why are you so insanely cheerful? It's Monday, don't you know."

Yeah, I know. But the truth is, last week was one fine week. I mean, aside from the weeks that I birthed my children (and David barely qualifies because I got meningitis and spent the first week of his life in the hospital drugged out of my mind), I experienced what had to be the best damn week of my life.

I am not kidding.