That's what it looked like all day here in New Jersey, gray and cloudy. Plus, the wind was strong and it was cold.
Charlie got up, put on his bathing suit, and loaded his boogie board and the beach bag into the car. We have been going down Most Saturdays and he has got that routine into his system.
I had to attend an Open House at my college on Saturday morning and Jim took Charlie, yellow-jacketed up, for a bike ride. When they came home, it became clear that there would be no beach trip today.
Down went another book shelf--- swiping, dumping, knocking things over and then raging seems to be the current way Charlie is expressing certain frustrations: Of the order in his head thwarted by the weather? Of a pain his stomach or maybe a headache? Or just the constant unhappinesses of adolescence, especially when your activities and interactions are very limited?
Charlie was peaceful when I came home and through the rest of a blustery day, most of which we three spent in our house. He's got something in him he needs to get out and, good and fast as the bike rides are, he still has outlays of energy and physical force.
We really think we need to get Charlie running, preferably on a track. We've made it a goal of this break to take him to a lpcsl track everyday of this Spring Break and to, for starts, walk a lap. He can certainly run a few; getting him to do so on the track when asked will be our challenge.
Yes, I'll be wearing my running shoes.