Wordless Wednesday: The Jewelry Box of Mismatched Earrings

Christmas Lights

We used to go to the Children's Museum every year, often several times a year, but always for Jolly Days.

Rising to the challenges of a kid with autism is largely a matter of trying to see things as the kid might.  i feel like i'm constantly trying to end-run him, get whereever it is first.
Here is the Autism Society of America's latest list of hints.  There's a dozen of them, and they all come down to communicating and taking things slow & calm.

Wordless Wednesday: Playing with Image Editing

Playing with the Images Using Open Office Writer

Words on Wednesday: Books

   Two time-consuming tpyes of posts that i do are the Life with Max ones and these book meanderings.  i don't do either as much as i'd like, because they require so much time & thought.  Therefore it's been far too longs since i've reported on my reading.

Wordless Wednesday: Afternath of the Storm

Some of these are shot through windows, and 2 or 3 different walks are shown

"I want to be a pencil in the hand of God. . . ,

 ". . . writing a love letter to the world."

 A pencil is a very anonymous sort of thing.
 Some are plain, some are fancy, some are fat, some are skinny, some are even mechanical.
 Those don't work for me.
 But the main thing about a pencil is that it's got a job to do. It's made to get used up doing the job.  No museum piece, the pencil.
 Sometimes i've tried to use my pencil to stuff or hammer something in place.
 Or dig something out.
 Neither works well.  And it doesn't do anything good for the pencil.  Leaves nasty marks over the other thingie too.


  So i'm not going to labor my point.  The pencil has one.  It works right or it doesn't.
   i like hanging out with the flashy sparkly pencils.  They're fun, but i prefer to be the simple blue or grey one that says the right thing at the right time.  Not really noticed much, but says the right thing at the right time.
  Some days i even get to be that pencil instead of the one just lying there or stabbing into the wrong place.

 
  When i began writing this blog entry, i was convinced the quote was from Mother Theresa.  In making certain of the attribution, i found i was unable to do this.  It was also attributed to Corrie tenBoom  and to Mrs. Jonathan Edwards.
  But that's the way quotes are.  One person says it, possibly several different ways at different times; another or several others learn of it, like it, take it up.
  Actually i heard on the news last night that that famous Kennedy statement about "Ask not. . . " was a quote from someone at one of his schools.
  Ultimately, it doesn't matter.
   The pencil - or the quote - may be sparkly or plain, but the only thing that matters is that it gets the job done.