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February 29, 2004

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We have fabulous weather this weekend. What a relief! I am so tired of winter. Kevin took Cameron and Gracie to a basketball game at Madison Square Garden so it is just me and the O-man. I think we may go the playground at the beach. Owen loves it there and it has been a long time.

I haven’t been knitting much. That stinks. I am closing in on the first pattern of my Dale sweater–the next row. No progress photo of 1 3/4″ of navy blue. Great timing for me though–my mom and dad just got back from Florida today. My mom, as I have said before, is a fabulous knitter who helps me out of tough spots. I am still working on the Eros/hairy novelty scarf. I can see white cardboard on the Flutter. The end is in sight. Yippee!

Since I have no decent progress photos to post, I figured I would show you my first quilt. It is a Nine Patch from a class I took in the fall. I don’t really like quilting. I didn’t find it to be as forgiving as knitting. I think I was more stressed than relaxed. I made one other little lap quilt for Kevin’s grandmother for Christmas. But I don’t see a lot of quilting in my future. ‘Course I did build up a little stash of quilt fabric.


I am sorry for this poorly written entry. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I come from a long line of bad sleepers but it seems to be worse lately. Perhaps it is the change in daylight.

I guess I should mention the conference. It was very informative. The speaker, Dr. Bridget Taylor, was incredible. The content was a bit less hopeful than I expected though. Dr. Taylor, according to the book Let Me Hear Your Voice, was instrumental to the teaching and recovery of these two children from autism. I didn’t hear her mention recovery or indistinguishable once on Friday. I know it can happen. I have met children who have “recovered” and who are “indistinguishable.” But this woman, this miracle worker, I guess, in my mind, didn’t show one recovered child. She showed us kids who made progress but would wind up in a group home. She talked about augmentative communication and the importance of its use. Some kids she said, despite our best efforts, would not have language. If they are not speaking by age 7, she trains them on a device. That’s 3 years from now for Owen.

I guess whatever little bit of denial I had left was shattered on Friday. I will continue to do my best to help Owen. I will do my best for all of my children. After Friday, “best possible outcome” has a new meaning. I just have to reconcile that meaning between my brain and my heart.