Let It Snow. For Joe.

After a lingering lovely autumn, we caught the first blast of winter yesterday.

For me, it means clearing snow (and this time it’s the wet, heavy stuff rather than the light fluffy variety).  If you don’t live in a snowy part of the world, you might not know that this is going to have ambulances rolling because out of shape people suddenly plunge into heavy work and the ERs do Black Friday worthy business.

It means suiting up to go out in the cold and work (uphill, both ways) while my relatively healthy, 22 year old son is in the warm house in shorts and a t-shirt watching movies and surfing the internet.

joe-snow-pathAs you can see from this pic, I got home from work yesterday and cleared a path for him to get in without trudging.  His bus driver spotted it and pulled up to open the door right over my perfectly positioned trail head, which was kinda cool.  I mean, I’m a caregiver and I want everything to come out just right, right?

With Joey safely home, Melissa and I made our first fire of the season and that made for a cozy evening.  Well, along with hard cider.

Joey loves winter.  It’s a math formula where A = Winter, B = Holiday Decor and Traditions and C = PRESENTS (mainly videos).  A + B = C.

Unlike adult sullen acceptance of winter, Joey lights up.  In his shorts and t-shirt in a warm house, of course, but he just lights up when the season changes.  Over the years, autism’s craving for predictable patterns makes the run up to Christmas (aka Winter) a time that he anticipates and in which he even participates.

Melissa gets him to articulate his Christmas list and writes it down for him.  It is funny to come into the front room and finding him sitting on the couch reviewing it, with all the earnestness of Santa checking the naughty and nice lists.

We keep an Advent Calendar, and Joey is already saying “First we have to read the Christmas books.”  The calendar has mini books that unfold the story of Jesus’ birth and then hang on the Christmas tree.  Joey reads more of the words for himself each year and picks the spot for each book on the tree.  That’s been a delight for us.

OK, OK, I’m sitting here drinking good coffee and musing and typing.  Time to man-up, uh, I mean, caregiver-up and do stuff like clearing snow.  For now I’ll just note that Joey’s enjoyment of this season is a precious part of our lives.

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