On My Toes
I am told that Golf Season is beginning soon and was reminded to post this previous writing... Tight calf muscles are the norm for this house. Today is a perfect example of why. The Master’s Golf Tournament is on and the last hole is being played. All three of the men in my life are glued to the screen to watch the final putt. My husband Todd is standing in the middle of the living room, so he can pace and see over my son Dan, who is nose-to-nose with the screen. My son Ethan is bouncing on the couch periodically yelling at Dan to move out of the way. Otherwise they are all transfixed.. Ethan is 10 and has a diagnosis of PDD-NOS, --the sort of hazy diagnosis that says; “Meh, you’re quirky, somewhere on the Spectrum, but we can’t pin it down.” He is often our mini-professor, lecturing us on Titanic statistics but struggles with subtle jokes and idioms. If you give him a book on a subject he retains it forever in his brain’s file cabinet, but learnin...