Resurfacing

1. I guess "spring break" also meant "blog break" for me. I'm writing some new posts in my head that will eventually make it into cyberspace. Just resurfacing here for some air.

2. I do not at all care for the new version of "Autism Vox," and I wish Kristina had trademarked that name so that they couldn't use it. I don't care for the writing and abundant typos, and I'm not a huge fan of the tone. Marriages weren't made to "endure" autism? Eh? More on that later. It's not a resurfacing of which I am fond.

3. I have posted a couple of guest blogger posts over at Autism.change.org focused on Circle of Friends. Please check them out. Implementing this program allowed our son's good reputation to resurface and emerge beautifully burnished and refurbished.

4. I've just now caught up on other blogs I read and have been quite entertained. I can't even remember what I used to read before I read people's regularly posted musings on life, the universe, and everything. I mean, besides the books, magazines, and newspapers I did and still read--although I'm growing increasingly concerned that "newspapers" are about to perforce drop off of that list, and I'm going to be, as Little says, "vewy sad." Requiescat en pace, Rocky Mountain News and Seattle Post-Intelligencer. A vewy sad harbinger of things to come. Resurfacing as a Web-only version somehow doesn't quite do the same thing for me. It's kind of hard to rattle around a laptop while you rant over your food about politics and the editorial page. And laptops don't fold up into quarters very well, either. How in the hell will anyone ever do another crossword puzzle once print news is dead?

5. Finally...today, we were at a park here in town that has peacocks, and two males in a disagreement suddenly took flight and swooped over our heads, making their mournful cries. Apparently, "mournful" is a fairly universal perception because Little, rather than being his usual "afwaid" and "scared," became very worried that the peacocks (or "peadicocks," as TH insists on calling them) were sad. Vewy sad. That's not to say that his fear didn't resurface and overcome his empathy once they got too close in the midst of their battle. I think that probably happens a lot, and not just among two-year-olds.