Charlie's working through a change (an increase) in dosage for one of the medications he takes, along with transitioning through ESY ending and anticipating going to camp on Monday. I didn't realize how serious and solemn his expression was when I took the above phone in Jersey horse country Friday morning. Jim said he was solemn on the ride, a good 22 miles following a 6 mile morning wake-up ride.
In the white car after the 22-miler, Charlie started being ultra-OCD about a crumb and where we'd placed our elbows and then, for three minutes, was super-upset, to the point that Jim pulled over the car and turned it off.
The ride home was quiet and we decided to take the Byrds' off Charlie's iPad. Something about that 60s surfer music (the Beach Boys too) seems to get Charlie in a bad way.
He remained in the same frowning mood the rest of the day, through two more bike rides, a fast trip for a few amusement park rides ('you come every Friday, don't you?' asked one teenage worker; we noted we actually come quite a bit more), a swift-paced night-time walk.
I'm pretty nervous about how Charlie will fare at camp. The staff were very friendly and said they've seen their share of the sorts of the sorts of behaviors Charlie in distress can have. But there's not a lot of staff -- nowhere near as many people as at Charlie's school -- and I'm back to thinking, best to try the "short but successful" route and just have him there for a few hours on Monday and then increase that by a bit if he does all right.
I've made Charlie a simple hand-drawn calendar noting how many days till school starts after Labor Day, when he has camp (provided we get through the whole week there), when my parents are coming. It's not as many days as sometimes in the past but still plenty. Charlie has set the calendar on the living floor near where he leaves his shoes, a place of honor and the better to consult it and count the days till September 6 before which, we'll be at work prepping him for the return to school.
There's always some transition or other, isn't there? And being in that 'inbetween' stop -- it's like standing on two tectonic plates and sending maybe there's an earthquake brewing, or maybe just a resettling of order.