Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Tuesdays and Thursdays are for homework. So it is written. So I am writing instead of following through with the plan.

Tuesday, which is for homework, was instead filled with sleep, visiting with a friend with Parkinson's who is losing her hair to medication, playing taxi for my oldest son in exchange for entering his sphere of existence (half an hour here, fifteen minutes there), meeting another friend for late vegetarian lunch to discuss a local poetry project we're undertaking, taking my youngest son for a tri-annual haircut (mothers of autistic/sensory kids will relate on why it's only three times a year), shopping with the same son for veggies and quinoa meant to placate his vegetarian big brother, cooking said dish, listening to my youngest daughter play her latest song on guitar, and waiting

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