Dear Diary,
Welp, we knew it was coming… or not coming as the case may be… but Abby and Chandler’s wedding wasn’t last weekend.
Like brides and grooms everywhere, these are Strange Times.
I called Saturday the Nonwedding day.
And you know what, Diary? They were happy anyway.
They dressed up in their wedding gear.
We grabbed our fab photographer friend. ...
Dear Diary,
Today was our annual meeting in cooperation with Ian, his social worker, and his care provider to write and edit his Individual Support Plan (ISP) and update the detailed report of his needs, interests, and preferences, as well as what services he requires as an adult who experiences intellectual and developmental disability. It comprises an enormous battery of information, including his areas of strength and vulnerability in medical, financial, behavioral, social, emotional, and vocational arenas. Everything from yes, he balances well and can walk up and down stairs unassisted to no, he still doesn’t like pasta. Also, he wants to own a macaw someday. But, really, who doesn’t? ...
Dear Diary,
Today I made yogurt, a loaf of sourdough bread, crumpets, popovers, swirled cheese buns, and rhubarb jelly which is a LOT OF THINGS. And now I’m Very Tired, and I’m going to go sit in the bathtub with M&Ms if there are any left over after I accidentally showed them to the rest of my family, and I’m going to read my book. ...
Dear Diary,
Today’s the day. Abby and Chandler’s college graduation in the stadium in Honolulu.
The cheering and being the Too Loud Mommy one more time as they walk across the stage.
The chaos of trying to find them afterward and lei them with the flowers I sent Greg to buy in Chinatown this morning.
The big party on the lanai in Abby’s building with all their friends, thrown with Audrey’s family — Abby’s bestie from kindergarten through their senior year of college — seventeen years in a row of school together, seeing each other through triumph and trauma. ...
Dear Diary,
I’M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL YOU WHICH WIENERS WE LIKED BEST.
I wrote to you yesterday about our very official, blind taste test: Nathan’s Beef Franks vs. Hebrew National.
Honestly, Hebrew National has been my favorite for years, so I assumed they’d be the winner even though I’ve never had Nathan’s.
Then I looked at the hot dogs and they look virtually the same in the package, so I thought they’d tie. ...
Dear Diary,
I spend most of every day worried about the Mommies of Littles.*
(*And probably the Daddies of Littles who are the primary caregivers, as well… it’s just that my experience is as a Mommy, so feel free to substitute gender as you see fit.)
I think about the Mommies constantly. It is, I’d say, the most consistent thought I have during this period of isolation. ...
Dear Diary,
I made waffles for breakfast last Thursday. I prepared my sourdough sponge the night before. I was awake before All the Children. I made myself a cup of coffee, and I puttered around the kitchen, and I thought, “Oh, this is why Morning People like getting up before everyone else. It’s so quiet and calming and lovely. I have a Start on the Day. I have time with a Quiet Brain before everyone chatters at me.” ...
