tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216339652012-02-19T08:35:54.935-05:00Artemisia~Apres Autism~Artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02549978216191413039noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-25801170903973965212012-02-17T09:09:00.003-05:002012-02-19T08:35:54.949-05:00FebruaryOnce a month or so, I drive up to have dinner with Boo. Thursday was the first time since break. We ordered dinner, a root beer, a glass of wine and I sat back and listened to stories of Super Bowl in the dorm, of classes, of Bach oratorios (he's finally in a chorale group, yay), of roommates.
He changed rooms a month ago. You might be shocked to hear this, his explanatory text began, and well, Artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-54485142785888416352012-01-19T00:56:00.003-05:002012-01-29T20:29:15.421-05:00JanuarySo at Christmas, one of the aunts asked my oldest child where she could find a pitcher or ice tongs or something. I'm sorry, I really couldn't tell you, he said. I don't live here anymore.
And that, my friends, is how it ends. ::facepalm::
Still, not a bad month, with both of my boys under my roof at night.
Last year, when I imagined Boo in college, I focused most of my big, hazy, amorphousArtemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-57725947309244598592011-11-20T21:57:00.009-05:002011-11-27T14:07:37.557-05:00November
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Looking at plane fares in April, I pictured this: me on the banks of a mountain stream with a book and a flask while downwind, Dad and my brother taught the boys and their Artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-47817752599335278862011-06-09T21:28:00.017-04:002011-06-12T22:37:21.098-04:00It was a good party - 85 people, almost twice as many as I've ever had at the house before. I didn't even try to count the high school kids swarming the place at every hour or so. Some of them left a gift that turned out to be a box of his favorite crackers, decorated with swim team taglines and in-jokes. I'm sure it's attracting ants in Boo's bedroom as I write.
Five days later, I'm still Artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-728634886816427762011-05-29T21:29:00.005-04:002011-06-15T07:47:32.544-04:00CodaThe tent is up. I have ordered food, cake, rental linens, and five dozen balloons in white and gold and burgundy. I have been scanning pictures out of old photo albums, while Boo puts together a playlist. I realize that I can date the pictures by Pumpkin's face and haircut, but Boo barely changes. He has always, from his first minute on this earth, looked exactly like himself.
His last final wasArtemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-89459377336364641272011-05-23T09:37:00.002-04:002011-05-23T09:43:34.147-04:00Notes from the backstretch
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Is the so-called Wall of Shame – the bulletin board outside Guidance where seniors post college rejections– a New England thing? Or is it something Artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633965.post-81311907647496059972011-03-12T12:00:00.004-05:002011-03-20T10:05:53.209-04:00The envelope came
He applied to just four colleges and the first response came last weekend. He opened the envelope right there at the mailbox and leaped and whooped his way up the driveway to tell his father and call me.
UXXX Class of 2015 he wrote on Facebook a few minutes later.
This school was his first choice. He's ecstatic; I'm more relieved than anything - this was easily the best choice, strongest in Artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866245722957960066noreply@blogger.com0