I really wanted to go into New York on Wednesday to attend this autism symposium as a friend was speaking and the program looked intriguing. I thought of rescheduling the Latin tutorial I have on Wednesday morning but decided not to as I had recently done that when Charlie was on spring break. As things turned out, only half the class (i.e., one student) showed up.
It only rains and it pours: Thursday, I went with Jim into New York and, over lunch, had a tremendous talk with Patricia, Katy and Kristen of Easter Seals.
We got back in good time before Charlie's bus. After an eagerly called for bike ride, I went to hear Priscilla Gilman read from her book The Anti-Romantic Child and found myself thinking about autism, poetry and my two favorite Romantic authors, John Keats and Heinrich von Kleist, and time and lyric poetry and the sublime and beauty. And, about the happy coincidence of Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month and National Poetry Month.
Jim has referred to Charlie on his bike as 'poetry in motion.'
With all this ferment of activity, Charlie is still awake with 2am nearing. He can (I feel sure) sense how today was very different, full of too many good ideas and great talk, much of it centered upon no one less than himself.