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Friday, August 31, 2007

It’s Conversation, Stupid!


It’s from this that you get yer strength, Katie Scarlet: The red earth of Tara!-
–Gerarld O’Hara, GWTW

Something about the blissful monotony of seaglass-blue sky and white-hot sun
And the desperation of repeated frustration and anguish
Produces an unlocking, a stretching of the mental joints
The muscles in my heart ache from overuse in one direction: why, why, why does he do that? what, what, what is it? how, how, how can I stop it?!

You don’t stop it.
You turn towards it.
You don’t fight it; it is a riptide. It is yet another hill, in top gear, after hours of riding.
You push on that pedal anyway. Push the muscle one more time, with no reserves left.
You push and pull, push and pull. You just move.

And you climb. You dive. You turn towards him. His seaglass-blue eyes are as wide as the sky, and full of something.
Questions. The obsessions are really questions?
How does the world work? What will happen next?

Tell me again. Tell me the story about the weather. Tell me the story about what everyone will eat, when, and what will happen after that. I love to hear you talk about it, the same every time, maybe a little bit more added each time.

Conversation like treading water. Seeming to get nowhere. Paddle in one place. But you look up and you have moved somehow.

And he is smiling.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

We All Scream

Just when I thought my summer had hit its zenith, literally, in the mile-high state of Colorado, I took off with my boys and my sister and her family for good ole’ Cape Cod. Same lovely house we always rent, hardly any cooking, beach, bike ride, bronzing. Ned swims in the ocean every single day. Ned also borrowed a strange pyramid-like object that brings the Internet to this house, so we are all wired. And Nat, darling Nat, is in his element. As long as we discuss (several times) each new plan, and each person’s role in said plan, again and again, he is happy.

The only problem? Too many carbs!!!!


Tabblo: We All Scream

Every night of our vacation we have been eating ice cream.  Laura and I try not to, but, well, peanut butter cup happens! … See my Tabblo>

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

On Total Vacation


Tabblo: How To Be A Sun Goddess

Photos by Ned
Concept by Benji and Susan
Sun and sea by…
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Icing On the Cake


Poor Natty. Here he is, saying, “Cake. Want ice cream cake.” I had bought one at Emack and Bolio’s, half vanilla, half mud pie, pink icing, plus a pint of low-carb caramel pecan (for Laura and me, to celebrate Kim’s and Paul’s birthdays. They stopped off here for dinner last night on their way to Cape Cod, where we will soon join them.) and some hot fudge. Natty waited patiently for his cake, but his bowels were not patient; turns out he picked up the stomach virus that had been making the rounds at his camp. Probably his 3 a.m. puking Saturday night should have clued me in, but I’m such an optimist, I thought it was all the excitement from the trip. I should have known; barfing is usually not Nat’s preferred mode of expressing excitement. Animated silly talk is, but his puppet hand had yielded no clues, either. Oh well, the cake was good; yes, I snipped some of it; it is that kind of lovely eating habit of mine that probably contributed to my skyrocketing cholestrol. F***ing Atkins. Well, why blame the fat dead man? He never said it was okay to eat fat, protein, and then pig out on chocolate (the mother lode of carbs).
I have no one but myself to blame, to quote Bob Weir yet again from Mexicali Blues.

I think Ben might be getting it, too. But really, enough of this _ _ _ _.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Golden Night

Heaven’s holding a half moon
Shining just for us…
–Maria Muldauer


Tabblo: Golden Night

This champagne-colored cutie is my latest acquisition for bellydance.  Tonight I danced to Warda, I Put a Spell on You, Amerain, and many other beautiful Middle Eastern songs.   … See my Tabblo>

Right Hair, Right Now

She had raven hair
A ruffled dresss
A necklace made of gold
All the French perfume you’d care to smell…
–GFD, “Mexicali Blues”

The theme of today seems to be hair. My family is blessed/cursed with heads full of thick hair. We all forget to make hair appointments — I truly hate making any appointment, and I am always prone to canceling, except for nails. My own hair issues will be attended to after my final vacation at Cape Cod because I have to wait for all the sun damage to take place before I get it all “adjusted.” Such adjustments cost big bucks and take many hours, but as the L’Oreal ads used to go, “I’m worth it.” I guess. Ned keeps telling me to just go gray and I say, “Never!” He still doesn’t get it: he married a high-maintenance chick. And it’s only going to get worse.

Yesterday Max told me he was done with the dreds. I saw it coming, because all summer he has been complaining about all the necessary “maintenance.” (WTF?) Meaning, he is supposed to wax them regularly, dry them thoroughly after the once-a-week washing with the special “residue-free” shampoo, and spray them with saline solution to roughen them. Compared to what I do daily, I cannot believe this is maintenance. But that is the way it is for Max. So we spent a lot of yesterday combing /ripping/cutting out knotted hair. I finally figured out that lemon juice helps dissolve that tenacious wax. Tenacious W.

So nice to see Max’s silky blond hair again (he writes about it very sweetly in his blog)! And –ouch– so much of it lay on the table in little balls. We pretended to be cats choking up hairballs, but I think I really grossed the boys out with the accuracy of my portrayal.

And now Ben is talking about wanting the green hair dye again, which I allowed him on St. Patrick’s Day. Sigh. Nat seems content with his mane of wavy blond hair but Ned is not. He wants me to take all of them for appointments asap. Not so much. Sorry Neddy Sweets, you are going to have to do that one. I love their glorious locks, and I have much too much to do right hair. Like my nails, and some fall clothes shopping. Oh, yeah, and write my book.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Je Suis Revenue

More Than Just Getting Through It:
How Parents Make Peace With A Child’s Disability

This will be a book of in-depth, gripping interviews with parents of kids with disabilities, all issues, all ages. But told with the view of empowering parents to find happiness with the lives they have been given, from parents who have discovered a thing or two. With a little bit of me thrown in, but really, I hope to learn from all of you as I write this…

Que pensez-vous?

Leavin’ On a Jet Plane: Day Eight

And the winds swept through Colorado [Georgia]…
…NATTY! [SHERMAN!]
–Gone With The Wind


Tabblo: Leavin' On a Jet Plane

Day Eight:  Back to Boston.  We left Aspen and headed to Snowmass to pick up Nat from his camp.  Each of the campers swung into view via a ropes course!  When Nat finally disembarked, he got a lot of cheers and hugs.  Fifteen hours later, we were home!
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Sunday, August 19, 2007

My Favorite Hike: Day 7

This hike up to Linkin Lake, a hanging lake in Aspen, was extremely strenuous and scary. Just my thing! At times I felt like my throat was bleeding, I was exerting myself so much. Neat.


Tabblo: Hike To Linkin Lake, Aspen:  Day Seven

home tomorrow… … See my Tabblo>

From Arches to Aspen, Day Six


Tabblo: From Arches to Aspen:  Day Six

Day Six we left Cortez to go to The Arches National Park in Utah.  As we drove, the terrain changed yet again to flat, dusty fields, and then red sandy rock.

We came to a huge Totoro-shaped blob first, but could not climb it because it was fenced off (though Ben was willing to try).  Then we came to an arch that was just perfect to climb, but I got freaked by the height.

Arches was stunning, Mars-like, bizarre, beautiful, and beastly hot.  Still, we saw quite a bit of it, by car and by foot. 

Drove another three hours to Aspen.  Tomorrow is the last full day.
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Collie-Rado, Day 5

This was my least favorite day, because we left Telluride. It was Ned’s favorite, because Max rode a segue and loved it. I was sick for some of the day, too, and had to nap in the back of the rented Durango.


Tabblo: Colorado Trip:  Day Five

The fifth day began with me going shopping in Telluride and Max talking about how he kinda sorta maybe wanted to ride on a segue.  Harold, the segue guy, was once a New Yorker, so he and Ned really hit it off.  He gave Max a free ride, Max’s first.

Then we left Telluride :-(    and drove a few hours to Cortez, with the plan of seeing Arches the next day, which we did.  On the way to Cortez there were lovely thunderstorms that we sometimes did not actually encounter, but we would see the lightning and hear the thunder a long while later.  We also stopped at a stream.  I started to feel sick .  Luckily, the car was big enough to let me lay down in the back for a good nap.

We ended up having dinner in Durango, a cool Western town. I think the restaurant, which was a part of the Strater Hotel. was decorated in High Whorehouse style.  Still, a lovely meal.  Even Benj thought so.
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Colorada, Day Four


Tabblo: Colorado Trip:  Day Four

Day Four was our full day in Telluride, named after the element “tellurium,” although legend has it that the name is actually a contraction of “To Hell You Ride,” which I like much more.  Telluride was/is known to be the bad boy of Colorado towns, and I think it is the most interesting of all that I saw.  It seemed to me to be a combination of San Francisco-meets-Provincetown.  What could be bad about that?  Only if you mean “bad” in the good way!

In the morning we hiked partway to Bridal Falls, a two-mile hike that took us three hours because of the effort to climb that high.  Simply scrumptious.  In the afternoon we walked around and shopped, and ate ice cream at Sweet Life.  And then, at night, we took the gondola up to the top of the mountain to see stars.  I got spooked when a deer jumped out of the woods and ran back to the gondola shed with Benj.
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Friday, August 17, 2007

Day Three of Colorado Trip

This is Day Three of our trip, when we visited Crested Butte, which I adored, (the most sumptuous inn I have ever stayed in, Crested Butte Club and Spa)and Black Canyon of the Gunnison, which I’d seen as a little girl.

The news from Nat is that he is totally happy and participating in everything, although he did not love the lake/waterskiing as much as one would think because, well, it was not the ocean! That’s my boy.

Today I am in Aspen, and this is our last full day. Home tomorrow night at midnight. I just saw a bear while I was walking to get a latte. Now I’d say it was a perfect vaca except that my Natty was not here.


Tabblo: Colorado Trip: Day 3

The third day of our trip, we left the Aspen area and headed up to Crested Butte.  This may have been my favorite town in Colorado; a perfect gem of a place with preserved Victorian false -fronted buildings and funky boutiques (not a chain in sight), and of course, magnificent mountains on all sides.

After Crested Butte we headed to Telluride by way of Black Canyon of the Gunnison, an incredibly steep canyon.
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Colorado Day Two

Friday is actually our last full day here, but it is difficult making Tabblos from hotel rooms…


Tabblo: Trip to Colorado:  Day Two

On our second day in Colorado, we hiked a little in Aspen, took the Silver Queen Gondola up to the top, and after lunch, we took Nat to his camp in Snowmass.  Then we drove to Crested Butte, a lovely little town nestled in the mountains near Black Canyon of the Gunnison.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I am posting this from Ned’s laptop, sitting at an outdoor cafe in Telluride, Colorado. I am feeling so good, it is hard to believe. Mountains everywhere. It is just nuts, how breathtakingly gorgeous it is. I hope Cape Cod is not jealous of how much I love Colorado.

The tiniest bit of Natguilt, but I have talked to Stephanie everyday so far and she tells me how smiley he is, doing horseback, swimming at Glenwood Springs hot springs and doing big water slides. He left me a dear little message last night on my cell, while we were taking a gondola to the top of the mountain to look at stars!!!!! His message said, “Hi, who’s this? It’s Nat. I love you [this was prompted, I could hear her doing it, but I care not. I heard his Sweet Guy voice and I saved it.]

I will try to post Tabblos of each day, and I have Day One, the flight and arrival in Aspen, when Nat was still with the fambly of five. I have trouble posting your comments so don’t be offended if they sit in Blogger limbo for a few more days, it is not you, it’s me.

Thanks all of you for pushing me to go on this trip. I feel ten years younger (which makes me 15!)


Tabblo: Colorado Trip:  Day 1

On Saturday we flew to Denver, to spend a week in Colorado while Nat went to a camp in Aspen.  Here is how the first day went. … See my Tabblo>

Friday, August 10, 2007

Going, Going…

There once was a woman named Sue
Who had far too much packing to do
For her family trip
If she made just one slip
Their plans could all turn to doo-doo.

So she made her boy lots of Nat books
And calendars and Tabblos so he’d look
At the pages inside
And enjoy the plane ride
And we could be off tenterhooks.

Still, you wouldn’t believe my day
Max and Ben had their check-ups, by the way
Ben made the doc laugh
Max’s growth — still off the graph
And I’m somewhere between “Oh, God,” and “Oy Vey.”

But really, I think we’re all set
There’s nothing left for me to forget
Bathing suits? Meds? Make-up jars?
I even got 15 Atkins bars.
Colorado: You ain’t seen nothing, yet!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Nat Book for Colorado Flight


Tabblo: Our Trip to Colorado

We will wake up early in the morning.
We will eat a little breakfast.
We will drive to the airport.

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

So the last two nights I have been trying to do what a therapist suggested: at dinner, each of us tells the others one thing he/me did that was good today. The first time I did it, Ned wasn’t there for dinner, and Max rolled his eyes. But we each managed to crap something out. I had prompted Nat a little bit, to talk about art class, which he loves. I loved watching Ben and Max pay attention to Nat, loved the surprise that flickered through their eyes as he expressed himself, a bright, brief flash of son-shine.

I also am amazed at how it actually works, and makes it feel like a Real Family Dinner. It is utterly ironic, because it starts with a strange and marked effort, but it is similar to fake laughter, where it begins totally forced and artificial, but always ends up as the real thing. The first night we then went off on a tangent about their cousin Paul and what to get him for his birthday (he is such a Leo, even down to the mane of blond curls surrounding his head). I repeated a few salient details to Nat, to keep him a part of things.

Last night, I made us do it again, and Ned looked at me like I was nutz. (not that there’s anything wrong with it) But Ben looked a little excited, because he could think of something he wanted to tell. I helped Nat talk about his community outing at school where he had ordered and purchased chocolate ice cream. I talked about the highly animated argument/great conversation I had with my agent, Ned talked about some stuff he’d accomplished at work (sorry, it did not compute), and right now I can’t remember what the other two talked about, but they talked. Music to my ears. As stilted as the thing was, it really, truly made me feel good.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Gone Fiction

You are like the hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
–Neil Young

I just watched Nat crouch as he walked down the front path to the bus, trying to avoid the heavy raindrops. Such a mensch. He hates the rain, hates the fact that his brothers stay in bed while he has to go to school, hates the fact that Ned and I eat our breakfast sometime later than him; yet he just does what he’s got to do. He did ask me several times if the rain would stop and if it was still summer and we were still going to Colorado. I just wanted to crush him to me and kiss his fuzzy face! I see how anxious he is, and yet he just totally held himself together. I could learn a lot from his fortitude.

I am not quite as stoic. I feel battered by the winds blowing through my life right now. My expectations have been laid low to the ground, in anticipation of the next storm. But give me a few days of son-light, and I forget all about the hurricanes.

Today I am going to write, but it is going to be fiction. That’s the way it goes. Before Making Peace With Autism, I wrote novel after novel. Historical shit (I have a Master’s in 19th Century Russian Intellectual History from Penn; my thesis was about Tolstoy’s worldview — I disagreed with Sir Isaiah Berlin, of “Hedgehog and Fox” fame — in War and Peace, which I read in Russian, da, koneshno) with convoluted plots. But there was also a huge dry spell of nothing. Ned and I have a joke, where he says, “I’m not a software engineer anymore,” and I say, “I’m not a writer.” Because we both have our days of desert and drek, when he can’t think of anything to blog or new cute little programs to write. And I just stare at Precious’ vacuous face and I want to snap her lid shut or strangle her with her clunky white cord.

During those times, we just gotta do other things. We gotta be like Nat and remind ourselves that it is still summer, thank God, even though the air smells fishy and thick. Somewhere out there, crisp and clear Colorado and Cape Cod cavort, just waiting for us to join them. Have to crouch and go out into the fish stew first to get there, as Nat already knows.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Mid-Life Fantasy

Something I saw years ago, when I was first married and living at 4413 Pine in Philly, was Felicia and Frisco’s fantasy honeymoon. I believe this is where it all began for me. Sean Donnelly had decorated his penthouse Arabian style, with festooned colored gauze and tents and pillows. And Felicia, of course, wore a great BD outfit. Frisco was a sheik, and looked like he felt both foolish and in love.

For my 45th birthday, I want to suspend chiffon from the ceiling of my entryway and staircase, all the way down to the livingroom. Nothing but candlelight, but tons of it. The coffee table would be gone, so that there would be a large area for dancing and for people to sit. There would be pillows everywhere so that my guests would be comfortable. The spicy aroma of Middle Eastern food would fill the air.

I would have something like George Abdo’s Misirlou going on the stereo and I would come down wrapped in veil, zilling. I don’t know which costume I’d wear; maybe my new gold or I might buy that gorgeous Eman from Dalahl.

I would have a bunch of my closest friends there as well as Laura and my parents. It would be my debut performance, my declaration that age and any other challenges won’t beat me. Columbus Day Weekend. Mark your calendars.

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