This evening had potential to be homey. I had some time off, and Melissa and I did some Christmas gift shopping. We had beer and appetizers at a sports bar that just opened nearby.
Joey’s had his bath, the dog’s been out, and we even have a fire going, which is quite delicious with temps outside dipping into the teens.
Time to sit back and enjoy the quiet. But Joey isn’t falling asleep.
He’s wide awake in his room. No rhyme or reason, although some of what he’s expressing over and over is holiday excitement. “Soon there will be PRESents. Soon there will be PRESents.” But this is just one part of his verbal symphony. There’s running repetition of movie ads and recitation of things he heard others say during the day, all weaving in and out.
“Disney’s CLASSic collection. Disney’s CLASSic collection. ‘JOE-ee, we already did that. JOE-ee, we already did that.’ Soon there will be PRESents…”
Care giving can take out the simple things that make life gentler and sweeter. You can’t just sit by your fire, relaxed and satisfied that they day’s labors are done. New chores line up in the shadows, in the restless voice down the hall, in the floor and walls of what should be a place of refuge and rest.