My apologies to my poor neglected blog. My muse went on strike again and the words went away. For a while, the music went away, too, and that was really scary. When I can’t write or play piano, life is not a good place. But, last night I sat down and had a more than decent practice session on the piano. I am working on a piece by Burgmuller called “Farewell”. I intend to play it at midnight tonight while Robert juggles fire. Seems a fitting farewell. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, 2020! This morning I sat down with my laptop and the words began to trickle out. Life goes on.
Boo is his usually happy self. He is two and a half months seizure free. He got lots of great treats for Christmas. He has had a few fun outings with his PCAs. His new favorite drink is the Strawberry Freeze from Taco Bell. He drinks is so fast he gets brain freeze, his lips turn blue and he shivers all over. But, he has a death grip on that cup and will not let it go until every molecule of sugar has disappeared down his throat. He is a funny fellow, he makes me laugh.
2020 threw him a lot of curve balls. The bus went away, his teacher only appeared on Zoom. There were no Special Olympics. Mommy and Daddy were stressed. Mouse missed her friends and activities. Yet, through all this madness and grief, Boo woke up every day with a smile on is face. He rejoiced in the people around him who love him. He graduated from high school. He cast his first vote in a presidential election and then watched as Mommy laughed and cried as the election numbers came in. He looks forward to watching the inauguration on January 20. He looks forward, hopefully, to returning to school full time in February. He hopes that Special Olympics comes back this spring. We hope so too.
Here is some sage Boo advice for the coming year. Wear a mask. Eat lots of tacos. Hold hands when crossing the street. Wake up every morning with a smile. Love your neighbor. Pet all the dogs. Be a good human. Peace.