Mary1991

It’s summer and who doesn’t like a good shark tale?

When Peter Benchley wrote the book Jaws, he happened to live down the street from my parents. I babysat for his family a couple of times and his kids even rode one of my ponies. After his book came out, they moved from our small town to Princeton. Thanks to him, no one wanted to go in the water in the summer of 1975.

Years later, I was living on Maui and spent as much time as possible in the ocean. My girlfriends and I raced outrigger canoes and the local boys took us night fishing. We oohed and aahed at the site of Humpback whales but when the fishermen spotted barracuda in the water, we decided to get out of the water. My diver friends saw manta rays, Moray eels and the occasional sea turtle (they were still being hunted at that time, however, now they are showing a resurgence). The only time I ever thought about sharks was after hearing about a surfboard being bitten. The joke was not to wear a swimsuit that was the color of yum-yum yellow.

On our last visit to Maui, we went to Olowalu reef. My friend had suggested it because the water is shallow and the waves tend to be flat. Jessie and I stayed near the shore and my husband snorkeled out a bit farther.

Later that night, as we were sharing our day with my friend, she turned to another guest and asked, “how long ago was that shark attack?”.  I don’t recall if the answer had been five or ten years, it was a detail that didn’t seem very important. All I could think of why did she send us there? cue music.

With July 4th weekend nearly upon us, they are showing movie trailers for Jaws. I don’t believe Jessie has seen that movie. I’m not sure if it is a good idea or not. We just got her comfortable swimming in the ocean and I don’t want to alarm her. She freaks at the sound of E.T. and I’m sure theme music for Jaws will haunt her too, just like it does everyone who has seen the movie.

Thank goodness we don’t have to worry about sharks in the pool, at least not until we hear the music.

And one more thing, don’t feed sharks. This woman just learned this lesson the hard way.

Stay cool.

My favorite day is Monday. This is when everyone goes back to where they belong. Husband to work, Jess to her program and I do the voodoo that I do. In less dramatic terms, my job consists of all those things people pay others to perform. Except for balancing the checkbook, mowing the lawn, oh, and working on the cars, my to-do list is everything else not named above.

Sure, being a stay at home mom sounds glamorous, and working mothers have looked at me with envy, but don’t think I’m eating Bonbons on the couch.  All I’m saying is the grass isn’t greener. In fact, my private pasture is rather isolating. At least my job isn’t as stressful as those who have to juggle home with work, however, it’s a FACT that they get paid better. (I get paid in hugs and kisses so…not complaining).

Though it may appear as though I make my own schedule, it really revolves around her health and the families needs. When Jess first started attending school, it seemed as though she was sick at least once a week (along with the rest of her classmates). We spent our spare time either visiting specialists or going to therapy, some of which I could only get appointments during the day. Even so, I was able to work part-time when Jess was in school and my boss did not grief me when I needed to be home. Not everyone is so fortunate.

As soon as Jess recovered from the flu that kept her home all last week, I came down with a cold. Disrupted sleep, long nights and being “hands-on”, my resistance was low and it was only a matter of time. When the nasal drip started, my paranoia, fear of what was to come, ran rampant. Fortunately, I only developed a summer cold. I felt lousy but it could have been much worse.

The first time I had the flu was years ago. It happened within a week of having my one and only flu vaccine. That strain of flu was rather violent compared to our recent experience. I remember asking my husband, “can you please stay home?”

“No, I can’t, I have meetings” 

Fortunately, my sister drove two and a half hours to help me off the floor and into the bathroom.

A day or so after I recovered, my husband came down with the same virus. The sweetest words I ever heard were, “I’m sorry, I had no idea, I was wrong”. From that day forward, he never ignored my request for help.

Today’s thoughts upon waking were about taking a nap. I took this as a sign that I needed more rest and canceled my obligations. By 8:30, Jess’s ride hadn’t shown. Her Program told me that staff had called out and they were short handed but a ride was coming. 45-minutes later, I learned that the driver had forgotten Jess and they were sending a car for her asap. At 9:45, her ride arrived. I’m not upset with the driver. She was picking up the slack and this wasn’t her regular route, however, in her rush she didn’t have a complete list and Jess was missed. Once a month they have early dismissal and, of course, that happened to be today. This is the first problem we’ve had with this group. The school buses were famous for not showing up at all. I’m happy those days are behind us.

As much as I wanted to rest, I ended up dealing with SSI (for Jess). Last week I received a second notice that I had missed an appointment, however, I never received the first notice. The letter threatened to end her services if I didn’t respond. All previous calls I made had gone into voicemail. The third time was a charm and did get to a person. It was then I learned my contact person only works part-time, so I was fortunate that she answered. A phone meeting has been scheduled and the problem resolved. That’s a win.

Even though today wasn’t great, we are all on the mend and Mondays are still my favorite day. As I read this, I realize my life is ordinarily boring and I’m okay with that. These are times I can catch my breath.

It had been awhile since we attended Church. Crisis, illness, and travel kept us away. As we drove over the river and through the woods, Jess rocked out to Swingtown. When the song was over,  I turned the radio down and she then began to tap on what seemed to be random words. To anyone listening, it would appear there was no method to her madness.

Wrong.

This is what Jess does in her spare time. She taps words she hasn’t used in awhile so she can refresh her motor planning. Jess also does this to warm up before she starts a conversation.

It’s hard to explain this to people when they are seeing an AAC device for the first time. They don’t realize how long it takes to put sentences together. They also expect longer sentences. Jess, can and will, but only when she is not pressured and is given enough time to form her thoughts. 

Later, I don’t remember what Jess did to prompt me to tell her “she’s the smartest” (she said something pertinent and clever) but she told me I was “right”. There are no random words…she knows exactly what she wants to say.

For the life of me, I can’t read a menu. Every time I go to a restaurant, I always prefer what other people had chosen. The problem is I order food I like and end up being disappointed because it never meets my expectations. Now I know why my Mother ordered last. It wasn’t because she couldn’t make a decision but rather she couldn’t read a menu either. [Read more…] about Guy Harvey’s Grill & Grog review

While traveling this weekend, we stopped at a Publix to pick up a few necessities. On our way out, a woman ran up to us, pointed to Jess’s iPad and asked, “ what is that?” For a split second, I thought she was just curious and then I realized, she knew it was an AAC device. Most people assume Jess’s iPad is for entertainment and they don’t realize it is her voice. 

Quickly, I gave her an overview::

• Speak for Yourself can hold over 14,000 words and only has two layers.
• Words are added as we use/need them.
• Repeating a motor plan is how we remember where the words are.

Before the woman returned to work, I handed her Jess’s card. I wish I could have shared more.

This moment was a reminder that Jess needs to take her Talker everywhere.  AAC awareness is celebrated every October, however, in our house it is 365 days a year. You never know who you will meet and what a difference you can make.