Needs calendar work

The child comes home from school, takes his shoes off. Has some yogurt. Put his shoes back on about half an hour later. Then he's walking around a bit anxious. Taps my leg and the couch over and over. What do you want, I ask him. He says something unintelligible.

Then I say, "I want..."

He says, "Ziggy."

Ziggy is the horse he rides.

Thursday kid, today's Monday.

And maybe this week he will want to stay on the horse for more than fifteen minutes of the half hour session.

Chewing the authenticity

I may be one of the few people in this country who is not excited about McDonald's serving breakfast all day. It seems to be The Wire of fast food. It's also been years since I've been inside one, and that was to reassess the Shamrock Shake.



And it sucked. The food I've avoided since reading Fast Food Nation so it has been at least ten years since I've had a quarter pounder. Sure I go to Wendy's, a company with their own challenges with their practices and White Castle a couple of times a year whether I need to or not. And they do plenty for autism awareness even if it is with autism speaks.

Of course that would change if my son gave a shit about happy meals, but that has not happened.

The teenager has recently lost his joy in swimming, which makes me sad. I'm also not sure how the horseback riding is really going since he's cut the last two sessions short. Maybe he does not like the saddle, they're going to leave it off this week.

Nice promo

Not sure how long this will be up, but this is the local television station's promo for Stockhands Horses for Healing. My son is in there, and his Mother gets some good quotes in. Check it out.



They do really fine work up there.

Tis' the child confusing season