Chicken (Gilly’s suggested title)
Gilly spent a fair bit of time alone today, and all went well. We were frequently in touch by phone; our conversations led me to believe that it would be safe for me to remain at work to complete some tasks (I’m still miserably behind, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel. If life doesn’t get in my way, I’ll be home free by Saturday). Gilly urged me to stay and finish up, so I did. It was a good choice.
I tried to engage Gilly when I returned home this afternoon. I asked him to choose some dancing music (which he did) and suggested we dance or move to the beat; just even move a bit to the music. I believe that moving to some very simple dance steps could potentially awaken the passion he has always had for dancing. He agreed, but refused to follow through. I wanted to get him moving just a tad in a fun, pleasant way, but this was not to be. I went to Plan B; I tried to interest him in a craft, but he balked at any idea I put forth. I begged him to take a short walk with me but he flatly refused.
I have oodles of work to do at home too (of the house and school varieties), so after 3 strikes I stopped asking, took a deep breath, and used the time effectively. I wish I could find anything to capture his interest.
He seems to live vicariously through others. Yaron had a few friends over last night to watch the hockey game. Gilly seemed tickled pink to spend time with them in his favourite spot. I cam down to say goodnight, and asked who was playing. He didn’t know (or presumably care). He was simply basking in the ambience of ‘guy’ talk and sports sounds.
I served chicken for dinner and Gilly polished a whole breast off in no time. I was taken aback. When I asked him what to call this evening’s blog posting, he answered, “chicken,’ but couldn’t explain why. I said, “Maybe I’ve finally learned how to cook,” and he laughed in response. I suspect his taste has returned to normal, but it’s hard to say for sure; he doesn’t have the descriptive language to accurately tell me.
One more day away from the house, and then I have the chance to work from home. The week is more than halfway done, and we made it unscathed. I was relaxed enough to actually enjoy teaching my 2 classes this morning. That’s progress, because by Tuesday I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t imagine how I’d make it through Wednesday. I’m actually looking forward to a satisfying day downtown tomorrow supervising students in day care. I have the unique opportunity to do my work surrounded by children; this is always a pleasure for me.
I tried to engage Gilly when I returned home this afternoon. I asked him to choose some dancing music (which he did) and suggested we dance or move to the beat; just even move a bit to the music. I believe that moving to some very simple dance steps could potentially awaken the passion he has always had for dancing. He agreed, but refused to follow through. I wanted to get him moving just a tad in a fun, pleasant way, but this was not to be. I went to Plan B; I tried to interest him in a craft, but he balked at any idea I put forth. I begged him to take a short walk with me but he flatly refused.
I have oodles of work to do at home too (of the house and school varieties), so after 3 strikes I stopped asking, took a deep breath, and used the time effectively. I wish I could find anything to capture his interest.
He seems to live vicariously through others. Yaron had a few friends over last night to watch the hockey game. Gilly seemed tickled pink to spend time with them in his favourite spot. I cam down to say goodnight, and asked who was playing. He didn’t know (or presumably care). He was simply basking in the ambience of ‘guy’ talk and sports sounds.
I served chicken for dinner and Gilly polished a whole breast off in no time. I was taken aback. When I asked him what to call this evening’s blog posting, he answered, “chicken,’ but couldn’t explain why. I said, “Maybe I’ve finally learned how to cook,” and he laughed in response. I suspect his taste has returned to normal, but it’s hard to say for sure; he doesn’t have the descriptive language to accurately tell me.
One more day away from the house, and then I have the chance to work from home. The week is more than halfway done, and we made it unscathed. I was relaxed enough to actually enjoy teaching my 2 classes this morning. That’s progress, because by Tuesday I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t imagine how I’d make it through Wednesday. I’m actually looking forward to a satisfying day downtown tomorrow supervising students in day care. I have the unique opportunity to do my work surrounded by children; this is always a pleasure for me.
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