Alright, so commonly that’s “knowing is half the battle”, not “showing up is half the battle,” but in this case I’m all for appropriation. I don’t actually have any great ideas for a post right this minute, but I’m here anyway. The last time I put up a rah-rah post about how I’m back in these parts, it was another year-and-a quarter before I showed up again. I don’t have a good idea today; maybe I’ll do two tomorrow to make up for it. The interest, or lack thereof, compounded quickly.
Right now, it’s 2:10 or so on a Tuesday afternoon. I’ll leave in half an hour to pick up kiddo from school. The ice cream truck that will prove trouble when he’s parked outside her school just drove by blaring his song (which, for reasons I try not to dwell on, is “La Cucaracha”), which is a lovely reminder that it’s a beautiful edge-of-Spring day, and that there’s an entire world beyond this computer screen where I spend my days mostly doing work and looking for more.
My wife just called. She works as a push-in specialist teacher in schools to help kids who need it; more of them are somewhere on the autism spectrum than not. The main class teacher at this one particular school – a forest school at that – is of the opinion that no one on Earth needs help beyond what she can offer. This leads to friction. I listen and empathize, both with my wife and the poor kids who are clearly not getting the support the need. Adults and their egos, what a combo.
And that’s life right now. Nothing earthshattering, not a post that anyone, self included, is going to be in any rush to share. But it’s here, and so was I. I didn’t have a good idea today, so I at least made something instead of settling for nothing. Maybe I’ll do another later on today if inspiration strikes.
I like that revision.
Southeast of Disorder 