-- pretty much a pie of sand where a parking lot, a washroom and a path and a sea wall and a slope down to the beach where Charlie has gone since he was a few months old.
Again and again, we've seen this new year bring change.
For one thing, more and more familiar 'establishments' have shut their doors after the hurricane.
For another, Charlie has seemed to be irked at the very routines and patterns he has boxed himself into. Things that had been his delight (the bike path in Jersey horse country) have evoked occasional instances of distress (ditching the bike and running four times on a Sunday morning ride).
I have long thought that Freud's pleasure-pain principle captures Charlie's experience of things, places and people he feels strongly about. His love for the beach and the ocean waves is equalled by his distress at leaving it. His delight at my parents' visits -- he enjoys their company, surely -- is fraught with dread as he worries over their arrival and departure and isn't sure what to make of the disruption to his routine from their visits.
At this point in his life, Charlie understands that he can't have what he wants all the time and 'has to wait' and delay gratification (in keeping with Freud's reality principle). But managing how he feels is a work in progress. Expressing how he feels, a quite huger one.
Kids like Charlie are so often thought of as all and mostly Id. At 15, Charlie has absorbed a lot of Superego and (since I've started with the Freud-speak, may as well keep going) his Ego is slugging its way out, not always in the most graceful, spotless of ways but (at this point in our lives) Jim can be very quick of foot on gritty bicycle paths and I am not half-bad at cleaning up messiness.