My spouse has decided to invest some free time each day into a new television series called Chicago Med. The very few random times I'm actually home for a meal also happen to line up perfectly with Robert's intake of... Continue Reading →
When people are being loud and obnoxious outside your window and it suddenly begins raining really hard.
Lynn Household Banter: episode 4,786. This story requires a preface. I struggle with several spatially related issues, one of which includes having absolutely no sense which tupperware lid fits what container. It's a source of great delight for Robert who... Continue Reading →
Happiness is when the tornado siren lands in the same key as the orchestral score you're studying. How did Respighi know all those years ago????
Robert: (Crossing the eastern Missouri border) Illinois, a pretty smart state in spite of being smack in the middle of the midwest. Now that's one heck-uv-ah slogan.
I have just decided that working on your retirement plan should be an Olympic event.
My normally quiet, understated spouse suddenly began a lengthy monologue about Concannon's marvelous donuts in Muncie, Indiana. With zero argument or prompting from me, his voice went into molto crescendo apassionato as he became more and more vocally and gesturally... Continue Reading →
Autocorrect Saga: Episode #2 The Manchester Symphony board frequently uses the acronym GARF in our e-mail and text correspondence. My phone keeps changing it to FART. Needless to say, it stinks.
My spouse (who teaches music history): "I need to find a postal meter so I can grade my papers."
Autocorrect Saga: Episode #1 I was sending a message of gratitude to an acquaintance this evening and my phone auto-corrected the word "Wunderbar!" to "Underwear!" I'm sure glad I read the message before I hit 'send.'
If anyone needs help forgetting stuff today, let me know. I can help. I am a pro. mask office keys scores reading glasses lunch deodorant phone umbrella brain
Bethany got new shoes yesterday and was so excited, she literally test drove them (walking the floor), until 4 a.m. This is life with autism, people. Sometimes ya just gotta say "Screw it. We're sleepin' in."