Before any of that, I'll be out of town next week. If you want threads or cloth and let me know ASAP, Monday will be my last crack at the post office until I get back.
It's been so long since I've traveled by plane that I've forgotten how to pack. New York in October can be boots or sandals and damned if I can decide.
That sweetness? I picked Charlie up from school midday on Thursday and we had all day Friday together. I took him to math tutoring right after school and later that evening we spent an hour reading side by side, each of us lost in our own books. Reading aloud may have
slipped away with babyhood.
Friday morning, I introduced him to acrylic paints. Just playing with the medium and noticing how it's different than Crayola watercolors. What gesso and underpainting are about. How gel medium can change everything. Green and red still make mud. Talk about building your own canvases. Art school stuff.
He wanted to paint what jazz makes him feel. All morning. Then outside for the rest of the day because the weather is so perfect that the
mosquitos moved to Alabama.
A while back, I gave him my old Ipod, still loaded with "my" music. Everything from Little Anthony & the Imperials the Eagles. He found the missing charger and earbuds that worked I set the volume limiter. Such a clever little thing.
All this while I struggled to get used to hearing aids. Finally.
3 comments:
A beautiful slice of life Deb. Enjoy NY.
It takes quite awhile to get used to hearing aids … and to this day I still ask Don
“what’s that sound?” more often than one would imagine considering I’ve worn them for 28 years
Love watching him transition.......child of your heart for sure.
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