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The Beauty is eating away all the everything else inside…

I use photography to lose myself in moment of beauty and OMG I have just taken about 300 photos that are so lovely I can’t stop the slide show of them going over and over my computer screen.  I usually only post photos to my photo blog, but these ones I wanted to share with you guys.  I hope they bring you as much peace as they do me.  xx

I need to write a post on a specific kind of meditative photography Birdie told me about last week.  It’s AMAZING in concept and it echoes so much of what I already love about taking pictures.  Will try to catch you up soon.

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Judgement

I was a Dairy Queen yesterday evening with Colt and Dayne to order Colt’s ice cream cake for his birthday.  We always get an 8 inch cake (feeds 8-10 lol!) and we all have a slice on his birthday and put the rest in the freezer.  Colt will have ice cream cake desert for the entire next week, which he looks so forward to and savours each year.  Dairy Queen, if you’re not familiar, is a fast food restaurant who specializes in incredibly delicious ice cream, sundaes and other frozen treats like ice cream blended with chocolate bars, M&M’s, brownies, cheesecake etc.  Everything there is delicious.  My favourite is their plain vanilla soft serve ice cream dipped in a chocolate syrup that hardens instantly into a shell….mmm.  So good.

We arrived around 7 pm and there was one couple ahead of us in line….nice and quiet for a hot summer evening.  Ordering the cake only took a few moments as we are picking it up tomorrow so they only needed our preferences (strawberry ice cream with a cheesecake and fresh strawberry middle layer with more strawberry on the bottom.  *drools*).  We ordered a treat each and then settled in to wait…for some reason, they always seem under staffed at these stores and each item takes a long time to prepare so it’s always a bit of a test in patience, ordering there.  We were waiting while they rang in the next people and, as the number of customers who had paid and were now awaiting their ice cream grew, we all shuffled around to make more space at the counter.  Dayne poked me and leaned in.

“I think that woman over there is plotting to kill you.”

I looked in the direction he had nodded and met the eyes of a woman in her 50’s, very conservative looking and very much in keeping with the sort of people who live in that end of town.  (We went to the DQ in the north end where all the gated communities are and where the doctors, successful business owners and University alumni build their enormous homes).  The moment I met her eyes, she dropped hers, but the mask of contempt, of offence and judgement was well maintained.

“She must not approve of choice in ice cream.” Dayne whispered, making me laugh.

I get this sort of thing quite a bit out in public.  I am professional at work and the only ink that shows is my falcon (on my left arm), my ankle piece (if I’m wearing sandals) and, occasionally, a few of the orange/red maple leaves on my shoulders if I happen to have a sleeveless top on.  My jewelry is all gauged but I choose subtle designs, like hoops with metallic captive balls and my only facial piercing is a small, plain silver nose ring.  When I’m off, I don’t bother with sensible cardigans and hair styles that shield even more of my style, and last night, I was all out there.  I had on a black dress with red, green and yellow stripes at the hem, a black velvet choker-style necklace, and my newly brightened red and black hair half up and half down.  My ears were uncovered by hair, my back piece was almost entirely exposed by the low back of the dress, and when I walked, the hem would shift to expose the bottom of one piece on my right thigh and the entirety of the left (on the outside of my leg, just above my knee).  I also had on my kick-ass five-inch black Guess wedges.  I felt so comfortable and so very much in tune with myself.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I do realize that when I present myself in that way, people are going to notice.  Some will like the way I look and will tell me; some will like it and say nothing; some will think me a freak and wonder what could have possibly compelled me to do these things to my body; some will dislike it very much and will tell me so and, finally, some will silently seethed in judgement from across the room and loud-whisper insults to someone else, making sure I hear them without having to actually speak to me.  ALL of the above reactions are just fine by me. It took me a long time to figure out that it was up to nobody but myself, how I presented to the world.  I love my style and the art I wear on my skin and the opinions of a stranger in a DQ line mean very little and do not influence my taste in the least.  Maybe that’s what pissed her off so much.

She stood there, several feet away, glaring daggers into my back for the entire time we were there waiting for our order.  I could see veins pulsing at her temples, as if her entire face was clenched in the effort to keep her annoyance and anger to herself.  I smiled every time I looked at her but it only made her dislike me more.

“Grainne, stop it.”  Dayne said, trying not to smile himself.

I then went over to where Colt was sitting and we chatted for a few moments.  I wanted her to know I had a kid.  I actually contemplated telling her I was a lesbian and had my clit pierced (lol….no, I don’t actually have any genital piercings)  just to watch her erupt but decided it would be a not-so-great lesson for Colt so, just continued to smile and wait.  She barely took her eyes off me.  Our order was finally called and I went up to rejoin Dayne at the counter.  The angry lady was now only a person or away from me and when I looked at her again, and smiled, she shook her head, mouth set into a tight sneer, and doubled the intensity of her glare.

“Disgusting!”  She muttered, eyes flicking off to the side as she spoke the word.

Colt, having picked up on the outright aggression flowing my way, put his arm around me protectively.

“Why is that lady angry with you?”  He asked.

She immediately turned from us, having been called out in front of a now very long line of customers.

“I don’t think she likes the way I look, Colt.  Some people are just like that in the world.  All you can do is smile and remember to be yourself, no matter what people like that say.”

(I enjoyed that more than I should have)

“It’s okay mom.  Sometimes people don’t like me because I’m different too.”  He gave me a hug.

I’m not sure if she realized he was autistic but the look of pride shining in Dayne’s eyes would have told the story had she glanced his way.

I generally won’t pick a fight over things  like this because, as I said earlier, it really doesn’t bother me when people disagree with my ink or presentation as a whole.  That I had the opportunity to turn the experience into a life-lesson for my son was a great thing, but watching that smug look drop from that woman’s face was the best part.  She turned to watch us walk out and I caught her eye long enough to wink at her as I passed the store on the outside through the window and then I giggled all the way home.

What a world eh?  There are SO many things out there that people could spend their energy focused on that would make a positive difference in the lives of others, and yet so many people choose to focus on the insignificant things that irritate them personally and use that focus to try to bring other people down. If people would just choose to hold each other UP, being Human would mean something entirely different.

Anyway – here’s some shots of my ink for my newer readers – so you can see what caused this stranger such displeasure while she waited for her ice cream on a hot summer evening.

 

 

Deliciously Lazy Day

Okay, NOW I feel like I’ve had a break from work.  I still won’t allow myself to dwell on that work that is currently not getting done and will be awaiting me upon my return next Monday and it’s working pretty well.  Today, I have done absolutely nothing.  I got up, took meds, got the boy some fresh strawberries for breakfast and then played on my phone and laptop until this moment, and it’s 325 in the afternoon.  I have to get Dayne’s nice pants and shirt ready as he has an interview tonight after work but I have time for that yet.  I think they are all hung up and ready to go so there won’t be much to do but lay them out for him.  (He’ll have about twenty minutes turn around between getting home and getting to his interview.  Might end up having to deliver his clothes to him and waiting for him until his interview is done so he can collect his work truck and get home for the night.  He’s taking Thursday and Friday off so we’ll have a nice long weekend between us.  It’s Colt’s birthday this weekend so we’re planning on enjoying whatever he wants to do with his day.  So far we have been requested to: Decorate the living room for when he wakes up but ONLY the lining room and not too much; out for breakfast to the local joint that makes the best waffles I’ve ever tasted – and now that all the local produce is ready and fresh, they will be spectacular!; A visit to a little park with monster slides and a water/splash pad thing (which  he doesn’t really like much) and a huge bouncy, inflated trampoline (that he adores); Then, back home for dinner, presents and ice cream cake.  As long as I promise not to sing too loud, decorate too much, or get too excited, he’s good to go.  lol…

Colt spent last week diligently creating little paper puppets he’s drawn by hand and cut out of artist sketch paper. There’s a video series he is addicted to on YouTube called “Object Wars” which is a crudely homemade version of “Survivor” with …well…objects.  There’s “Notebook” and “Fridge” and “Can of soda”…..very simple idea, and the viewers vote on who gets eliminated each week as they go through contests and such.  He decided he wanted to make his own, since the next episode was taking too long to come out, and I’m super impressed by his handiwork.  They are really cute, very expressive and their little faces are all unique and convey clear emotions and personalities.  It’s been really cool watching the process of him creating something he’s not only having fun with, but is happy with.  Colt never liked to create things because he could never get them to come out the way he wanted them to.  If it didn’t look like a HD photo of a school bus when he was done with his crayons in Kindergarten, he was done, it got ripped into shreds and was never attempted again.  These days, he’s so patient and careful….creative.  It’s been wonderful to be a part of.

I got an email the other day from a friend at work who is turning 40 in September and he has been struggling with it.  My turn was last year so I’ve had plenty of time to settle into the idea (and I’m actually totally fine with it – quite thankful for the life experience gained so far, in fact) but he remembers me not being so happy with the idea.  He’s been ignoring it all year, the fact that he’s about to hit the big Four-O and now he’s found himself with less than a month to prepare his mind and he’s a bit stressed.  I spoke with him this morning (took up all my socializing tolerance for the day!) and was quick to remind him of all the good parts of being this age.  When you get to think back through all the relationships that have been built and destroyed, jobs you’ve worked and friends you’ve had….I mean, it’s pretty vast by this point.  If you are 40 or above, you’ve likely been to school for many years, met dozens of people who became close and cherished (even if they’re no longer in  your life), have lived through menial and (hopefully) fulfilling employment, possibly several times over.  You’ve maybe been married, had children, been divorced or cheated on or left.  Maybe, you’re still with the one you promised to love until death and there is still so much more to come.  You have been through illness and recovery but have also lost people to illness you never thought you could live without.  You have healed and blamed, and healed again, then understood….maybe forgave or maybe learned that you don’t always have to forgive people for what they have done with or to you. You have discovered how strong and courageous you really are.  You have experience in the world and with life and there is no one to answer to but yourself and your own good judgement.  Maybe you’ve learned that your judgement is shit…lol.  That’s a valuable lesson too.  You have messed up and made mistakes, taken blame you shouldn’t have and denied the parts you knew were yours to carry.  You have also made a difference though and have brought happiness, love, comfort and wonder to some of the people around you.  There are undeniably people out there, somewhere, who will never, ever forget you.  I told him all this and then asked him what he thought the next 40 years would bring…..he told me to shut up and that I should go work for Hallmark writing greeting cards.  lol!  (If he didn’t want to hear it, he shouldn’t have asked!) 😛

Dreams this weekend and last night were … active, to say the least.  I’m now regularly waking up in random rooms of the house after sleep walking around.  Last night Dayne, unable to remember if he locked the front door, flew from the bed and went running past me (I was in the washroom having a legit and fully awake pee) to check. It was locked and he calmed when he saw me, awake in the hallway.  Poor guy nearly broke his neck.

Wow.  Am I ever relaxed today.  I needed this break.  I just sat here for ten minutes and couldn’t come up with a single complaint.  I mean, I have a headache and I’m pretty sore from all this lying around and doing nothing (wah me eh?  lolol)  but that’s not new.  It’s just been a really nice week so far and I’m looking forward to a long weekend with my boys.  (Oh and my house is so clean!!!  I LOVE the house being this clean.  One room per day has been my approach.  Yesterday was my bedroom and just going in there makes me happy!)

I wish I always had this much time to spend on the important things.  Something to take with me back to that office – but I won’t be thinking about that until the weekend comes.  🙂

 

 

I can hardly believe my eyes

Well now, what’s this?  I woke up a few moments ago (at noon) as my sweet boy crept into my bedroom to silently steal my iPad (he’s been up for an hour or two, happily enjoying his time alone in the house by simultaneously playing all the electronic things at once.  He has his phone (not really a phone – it has no sim card and works only on WiFi for games and such), his dad’s iPad, the Wii game system, and his school iPad (unlocked for the summer, of course) all at the same time.  He LOVES doing this and will  hoard all the ‘screens’ he can when we aren’t looking, will take them to his room and, after putting on a movie he likes in his little TV/DVD player, will proceed to obliterate every outside noise (and even the ones in his head, I suspect) with an abundance of sound, lights, images and fast paced reaction required games.  Right now I can  hear his Shopkins game, Talking Tom, a movie I almost know by heart but can’t quite identify, Super Mario, and a YouTube video from one of those gaming channels I hate him watching.  They aren’t bad in content but they tend to holler F-bombs loudly at unexpected moments….there’s also a lot of screeching and screaming that tends to wear on the nerves when you have to listen to it for hours on end from the other room.  The swearing deal is now totally under control and Colt has the appropriate look of horror cross his face when he lets one slip in our company, plus we only had a single incident this entire summer at the babysitters so….all good on that front.  Because he’s wised up to the rules, I don’t keep him away from things on YouTube that are age appropriate containing foul language like I used to.  He is 12 after all and no longer a little one who seemed determined to corrupt his peers through his bad habits with language.  lol….poor kid.  He’s always been such a good boy but because he lacked the filters and instinct not to get into trouble he was monitored by everyone in his life everywhere he went.  There is still a woman who comes to school every day to make him eat his lunch for heaven’s sake.  This woman’s only job is to sit there and cajole the boy into eating his lunch, which is so lovingly packed by Dayne each and every morning.  He’s careful not to put anything in there that would turn Colt away from the entire thing, like the slightest suggestion of nuts, seeds or cereal ANYWHERE involved.  Even if something has a picture of a nut or seed on it he’s done.  Nope.  No thank you.  Done.  Once,  Dayne thought it would be okay to put in a yogurt that had a muesli packet on the side (removed, of course) but the container mentioned the grains (didn’t even show them, it was just in the description) and Colt didn’t even want to touch his lunch bag for weeks afterwards.  The lunch lady, a lovely woman who quite obviously adores our son, wrote a very terse note home scolding us for the error.

“You know, I had managed to get him eating almost half his lunch without complaint until the ‘muesli incident’.”  

lol…I love that woman.  She happens to live right across the road from the family who watches Colt for us (and has since he started school) and we’ve been chatting a bit this summer.  Might actually have her watch him in the mornings next school year and then let the kids take him in the afternoons.  If nothing else she’s a great back up.

See how he brings the best people into our world?   It’s Colt’s warm heart and beautiful soul that attracts them and makes them fall in love.  I’ve never known a heart so warm.  Here’s a lovely example from just a few days ago.

I worked late every night last week because I’m on VACATION FROM WORK FOR TWO WEEKS!!!!!!!! (first time ever taking two weeks in a row and first time I’m away from my current job while the rest of them are still there – which will be a living nightmare when I return but for now I couldn’t care less!)  I was exhausted by Friday and almost in tears when I asked for, and was denied, a flex day so I could be paid to come in on the weekend to get everything set to go for my two weeks off.  I worked for free for a few hours and then, bleary eyed and just absolutely out of energy, I wearily made my way to my car, climbing the stairs to the main floor of the hospital.  Because of the nerve issues with my spine, I tend to develop a slight foot-drop when I’m very tired and, thanks to that and my ridiculously dangerous 5 inch wedges (that I am love with and will never stop wearing – well, until I break my neck I suppose) I managed to hook the top step with my stupid floppy foot that came out of nowhere and tumbled, ass over tea kettle, backwards down the stairs.   Firstly, with my neck and spine, it’s a bad idea to fall down stairs.  Second, and much more distressing to me, I had my phone out so I could tell Dayne  I was on my way home.  My phone….never mind my body….went flying out of my hand and I heard the most sickening crack as it landed.  Not even bothering to see if I was damaged myself, I slid across the floor on my arse to check on my precious phone.

$800 of shattered glass met my devastated eyes.

Eight.  Hundred.  Dollars.

I am pretty frugal by nature and detest spending that amount of money on anything, ever, however, this phone is a computer to me.  It is a music library with thousands of songs I love; a photo album with over 5000 of my cherished photos; is a photo editor that I use on all my photos, camera produced, digital and otherwise.  It is my connection to my friends and work colleagues; my access to my blog and my world here; my FaceBook and Instagram and every silly game I play that wastes the hours of my weekends.  It is my  YouTube that I watch every single night and never turn the tv on.  It’s all the things I love to do and entertain myself with…..I even sleep with it under my pillow so it can wake me in the morning with a gentle wake alarm that gets me up in between dream cycles.  In short, the only thing I love more than that stupid phone is my family.

I made it to my car before bursting into tears but then sat sobbing like a little girl who just lost her most cherished teddy-bear.  I called Dayne and, true to form, he first asked if I was okay and then expressed his frustration at the loss of eight hundred dollars worth of electronics.

“Why was it in your hand on the stairs?” He asked in not-so-gentle tones.

“I was trying, sob, to, sob, tell you I was on my way, sob-sniff-sniff-gulp, and I fell down the staaaaaaaaaaiiiiirs…” I wailed.

“Well.  You’re going to have to make do with your iPad until next year when we can upgrade your old phone.”  he said.

This made me cry even harder.  I started to rationalize the situation and began coming up with ways to patch it together until next year.  I mean, it worked fine….it was just a shattered glass screen (why the fuck do they make them out of glass anyway!!!???) and by the time I got home, I had a plan.  I was going to buy a screen protector and use it to told the broken glass together and…well….see if it worked.

As I walked into the house, still shaken and puffy eyed, Colt met me at the door.  He slipped outside onto the front steps before I got there.

“Look mom.  Dad is pretty mad about your phone.  He said that we have to get the car in for new brakes this week and we don’t have the money to buy you another damn phone.”  Here he eyed me to see if I was going to scold him for the curse.  I didn’t so he continued. “He told me that he is saving money to get you a really special present this year for your anniversary and he didn’t want to use that money on a phone (oh really now?!) so, because I don’t want you to be sad, I’ve decided you can have mine until yours is fixed.”

……..He decided I could what?  

I totally forgot about the present curiosity.  Dayne isn’t a big gift kind of guy….but that totally didn’t matter in that moment.

“Oh honey…” I started but a flood of tears stopped me.

Colt LOVES his phone as much as I love mine.  He got my old phone when I upgraded through my  plan a couple of years back and he has cherished every moment of it.  He doesn’t even take care of his own teeth as well as he cares for that phone.  When the WiFi goes down, he is devastated beyond consolation.

“Sweetheart,” I began, carefully choosing words so he would know what a lovely thing he had offered, “You are the most wonderful boy in the world and I appreciate your selfless offer.  Thank you for loving me so much you would give up your phone, even for a day, but I wouldn’t take it from you even if I never had another phone again.”

The relief on his face was obvious as he threw his arms around me.

“I’m so sad for you about your phone mom!” he cried into my shoulder, tears of empathy soaking into my shirt.

Perspective huh?  He hugged me so hard I struggled to breathe as I explained it was just a phone and that I was perfectly fine without one.  I told him it was my own fault for not being careful (had to take the change to throw a lesson in there) and I told him that I was really sad but that he had healed my heart with his love, hugs and generous offer to share his phone with me.

“Mom.  I know you would do anything for me and that you always love me, no matter what. (I tell him this all the time and it became a mantra when he was struggling in school, getting suspended every week and was drowning in guilt because he thought he was disappointing us).  I know that if I broke my phone, you would share yours with me, so I wanted to do the same for you.  I love you more than anything…..even more than my toys, my phone, my movies….even my most favourite ones.”

Seriously?  This kid…..I think all the badness I’ve known in life was my quota and his.  He doesn’t seem to have an ugly cell in his body.

“Now let’s go in and talk to Dad.” He said, tone turning all serious and mature. “I’ll make sure he isn’t mad okay?  If he gets mad, don’t cry or yell, just close your mouth and let me do the talking.  Okay?”  I giggled and said okay, I’d let him take care of me.  (this is the reverse speech I give him when he’s in trouble and we go to tell his dad.  Colt is mortified when his dad is upset with him and Dayne feels so guilty it turns into a huge emotional swell that I usually manage to mitigate before it starts).

We bravely walked in, hand in hand, and found Dayne in the kitchen on the phone.  He held out his hand to me and when I went to him he wrapped me into his free arm, pulling me close and kissed the top of my head.

“Are you sure you’re okay?  Did you hurt your neck?”  He whispered while someone on the line talked in his ear.

I nodded against him and then Colt joined in the hug.

“Okay.  Yep.  Oh that’s great!”  Dayne was saying to the person on the phone.  “So when will it arrive?  Oh wow….okay.  Am I ever glad we kept this insurance on the account!  Oh yes, certainly…..add it to the new phone as well.  Thank you so much, you’ve been a great help!”

Wait what?  What insurance?  I could barely keep myself from bouncing up and down interrupting his call.  WHAT INSURANCE???  WHEN WILL WHAT ARRIVE??? OMGOMGOMG……did we have insurance?!

 

Amazingly, even though we had cancelled it years ago, we apparently had paid enough into a phone policy that we had one full replacement to claim.  They sent me a brand new phone straight from Apple that arrived yesterday.  I broke my phone at 630 Friday night and the phone arrived at my door by 10 am on Monday.  All I have to do is swap the SIM (done) back it up to iTunes, restore my back up to my new phone and ship the old one back in 15 days.  How unlike my life is that?

I sat in a daze for a few days….not really believing it.  I figured it would be a refurb or some kind of scam but nope – here I have it in my hands, an exact replica of my old, white, iPhone 6, with all my 5000 photos and thousands of songs.  It’s like it never happened.  You want to know the best part though?

“Hey mom!” Colt cried when I got home from work yesterday, hopping from one foot to the next at the front door.  “You’ll NEVER guess what I have for you!”

“Hmmmm…is it a welcome hug and a kiss from my favourite boy?” I guessed.

“NOPE!” he paused “Well, yes, but there’s something else too!”  He gave me a hug and a kiss and then rushed on with his surprise.

He took my hand and led me inside the house where he had carefully set up my new phone and had it all charged up and ready to be activated.

“TA-DAAAAAAAAA!!  Look mom!  It’s a BRAND NEW PHONE and it’s just for you!  Now you don’t have to be sad you broke your old one!”

Dayne came round the corner to say hello with a smile on his face.  “He wanted to bring it to you at work but I convinced him to wait so you could play with it right away.”

Even without the phone……I’ve gotta admit, I’m one of the luckiest people I know.

And then to top it all off, it’s now one o’clock in the afternoon and I’m in my PJ’s eating a bowl of fresh blueberries with a smile as big as head.  I’m awake, alert, happy, relaxed,

 

This is going to be one hell of a great two weeks.  🙂

 

Digital art

I employ different distractions when my head is running away with my brain. Creating digital art is one of the most effective distractions I’ve found. Thought I’d share a few new pieces with you guys. 🙂 Just for kicks. I liked how these ones turned out. 

   

    
    
 

All of these photos were taken by me and digitally altered. 🙂 

Bluest Eyes

I dreamed of him last night.

He was standing in a shadow by a building covered in vines.  I could make out his features only when I focused on the space around him but not when I gazed on the place his eyes would be.  He saw me too; it was obvious in his posture and the sharp intake of air that came from his surprise.  I walked to him slowly, wary but driven in a way I couldn’t contain.

His hand was raised in a frozen wave, almost like he was waiting for a high-five and I reached for him, touching my fingertips to his.  The moment our electricity merged, my eyes drifted closed and I leaned into him, lips finding his forehead; gentle kisses.  I drew back slowly, my eyes opening in sync with his, while blue fire raged across the pulse of preterition between us.  My hand pushed flat against his, palm to palm, and I could feel the heat of his soul burning through my every ounce of willpower to stay away.

The hard look that masked his fear, always, slid from his face in slow motion and I saw the naked love that used to bring me to my knees; still brings me to my knees, weak with surrender.

“Why don’t you want me?” I whispered, or thought, either way he heard me.

A smile curled the corners of his mouth.

“Because I never get what I want.”

Work, Ink and a bunch of wonderful kids

There is so much work to do here, I’m almost paralyzed by the thought.  Yesterday I ended up in a meeting for a couple of hours and my day just vanished before my eyes.  This job is crazy busy and the fine details need to be carefully watched so I don’t mess everything up.  I had an issue with a staff member last week where I double booked her and ended up having to cancel her shifts.  The result was incredible.  There were tears, emails, midnight phone calls with all the other clerks, investigation as to who should have been offered what shift when and this was after I had called her, explained in person, took full responsibility, apologized profusely, promised to find her some other shifts to make up for my mistake (even on other units) and then I emailed everyone involved including our manager/coordinator who we all report to and found her the extra shifts I promised.  The other clerks started sticking their nose in. 
 
“That should have been your shift!  You were only cancelled because you’re casual!” 
Well….uhh yeah?  That’s exactly why I was able to cancel her shift…?  I’m not sure what the purpose of that information was but it served to wind the girl up even more.  She was crying by the time Monday rolled around and she had a chance to talk to me for the third time.  :S  You know…there are real problems in the world.  Surrounding us are people who are in varying stages of dying and healing but ALL of them are in pain, are unable to work or go home and enjoy their families, and are fighting to get well again.  You’d think one eight-hour shift wouldn’t cause the skies to fall in a place like this but…I guess we’re all out for ourselves first.  Well, most of us are anyway. 
 
Oh my new tattoo!!  I forgot to tell you guys!   So I had a wonderful visit with Tiffany, my angel on earth, and we got to spend the entire day with her….she hadn’t booked any other clients so she could spend the day with us.  We hung out while she drew up the stencils for D’s new ink (I let her freehand mine, I trust her so much) and had coffee.  Lunch was Indian (it was delicious) and somewhere in there I got my new piece and D got his two smaller ones done. 
 
I got the new ink on my leg so I was able to watch this time (other pieces are on my back and the outside of my left leg above the knee so I could never see what she was doing before) and the experience was so different.  She’s always told me that when you watch it happening the pain is very different (there’s no surprise as to where the next feeling will come from if you can see the needle) so it was cool to try it out.  She was so right…  Also, I know I’ve written before about the pain of the procedure being a part I really connect with….watching it intensified that experience as well.  The pain was different but actually watching the ink push into my skin, the small amount of blood that escaped as it happened and the excess ink being smeared and wiped out of the way as she went along…it was all really quite satisfying.  I’m not exactly trying to promote pain or any sort of self harm but, as many of us know, pain that is under our control can really provide a lot of release.  Watching the creation of something painful but beautiful on my body, being applied by someone who means the world to me…wow.  It was something else. 
 
D did well also, but he’s not the same sort as I am.  He hates pain but prides himself on being able to tolerate great quantities of it (I think it’s a ‘man thing’ lol).  He got two really nice pieces and he’s so happy he came with.  He and Tiffany had fun hanging out too so it was doubly great for me….two of my favourite people in one room…all we were missing was Colt (lol…the child would have run screaming at the first sign of blood).
 
OH!  And speaking of Colt!  I’ve had several conversations with his principal and teacher – we are all on the same page now.  Everyone admitted the last teacher was letting Colt skate through with nearly zero expectations.  She didn’t leave entirely of her own volition either.  The principal won’t tell me what happened and I don’t really care to know, but she did make it clear that everyone understood why Colt was suddenly struggling with the workload.  It made me feel better knowing they weren’t just trying to blame him or the autism.  I asked, for the hundredth time, it felt like, for student mentors to help Colt at recess.  He has limited social skills and he misses all the normal cues.  When he asks for space and is not immediately granted it he gets upset.  The kids, being kids, crowd him or push him or wind him up more and he runs out of coping strategies and patience very quickly.  This escalates into swearing and other aggressive behaviour until he gets away from the stimulus that is setting him off (usually the kids themselves).  I have suggested this so many times it seems ridiculous to bring it up again but I did, as I always do, and this time they listened.  Starting Monday, Colt has had two grade six kids by his side at all outdoor breaks.  They help him make better decisions and distract him, really, teaching him different games and sports.  When the kids in his class start with him they have the ability to remove him from the situation and coach him through it.  He’s had amazing success with this so far, just in having someone there to help him when he doesn’t know what to do. 
 
The principal sent me a photo yesterday of a crowd of grade six girls standing around a bench.  I didn’t understand it until she called to explain that Colt was in the middle of that throng, on the bench, and the entire female portion of the grade six class was entertaining him.  lol…he is So charming with the ladies, I’m not surprised. 
 
The kids have a rotation set up for two kids at a time to mentor Colt.  They are getting volunteer credit for this and I’ve offered to pay for some little awards for the end of the year to thank them for stepping up and helping a peer in need.  The boys are involved too….they show him how to shoot hoops and kick the soccer balls around.  The girls have him doing ‘cartwheels’ and are teaching him to jump rope.  I’ve not seen my boy this happy and engaged at school EVER.  🙂 
 
Now, he’s still having issues in class. He is refusing to do is work, saying ‘shut up’ to his teacher (he was super quick to point out that he didn’t swear even once! Yay!  Message was apparently received!).  As I said though, everyone knows why.  The new teacher is asking him to do the work outlined on his IEP (Individual Education Plan) while the previous one just let him play with toys all day.  Luckily, there’s not much left of school so if we can get him to settle soon, he’ll close out the year with success and we’ll make sure these strategies are in place for next year. 
 
Next year he’s in grade five.  We have one more year beyond that to decide if he’s going to be able to continue mainstream or not.  I’m starting to look into options for him, just in case he can’t take the workload and method of teaching where he is now.  It’s very hard for the teacher to teach all her other students and deal with Colt at the same time, I know, and it’s only going to get harder the older he gets.  Decisions.  All I want is for him to be happy, healthy and feel like he belongs somewhere.  I hope this peer mentor deal will give him the boost he needs.  … on of the girls who is assigned to help him this week even came out of her class when she heard him having a little meltdown in the hallway.  She expertly redirected him, got him to help her with a story she was writing in class, calmed him and he returned to class as asked.  It had taken three teachers to try to calm him enough to do what she did in a matter of moments.  I’m hopeful for him.  This school is full of really great kids (and a few nasty ones).  The ratio of empathetic, compassionate and kind to cruel and dismissive is easily 10:1. 
 
Anyway.  That was good news.  I adore seeing him thrive, of course. 
 
So that’s all the news for now.  Hope you guys all have a beautiful day.  xox