Memorial day, Jeremy and I went out on a mid-day date where we saw RBG which was fine. It was interesting and generally cheerful & funny, but I was in a bad mood all day, so I think that dragged my reaction of the movie down. We sat very close to the front of the theatre and so it took up our whole field of view and we had to watch with our necks slightly crooked. I’ve for sure turned into an old person because now I always bring foam earplugs to any movie and wear them to protect my ears from the loudness of the sound. I usually reserve them for only action movies, but I guess now I use them for regular just speaking movies. We went to H-mart on the way home to make some ramen (inspired by the YouTuber Vlog after College) which we all enjoyed.
As the short work week started, we went to see Edda’s surgeon first thing this morning. We did a set of X-rays and then a quick appointment and everything looks great! Everything has healed well and I said – textbook? and he said – yes! And then he knocked on wood. Now he considers it pretty stable and we can come back yearly…
Then we went to Edda’s transitional meeting to high school at her current middle school. Her whole middle school team told us how well she’s been doing and how they are so sad that she’s leaving them. I wish I had asked for a group selfie, but I did not. It’s been a nice three years, I do love her teacher and he’s been her teacher for the whole time we’ve been in middle school. I enjoy that continuity. We met the coordinator for the high school team and she told us what to expect from a regular school day for Edda. I asked if it was OK to go visit the high school now to meet the teachers, but it turns out they are expanding the program from 2 classrooms to 3 classrooms and one of the teachers is retiring and so they’ve hired two new teachers and they are not there yet, they are teaching at other schools right now. Edda will go to my old high school, Wootton, and she’ll go to a program where she’s out in the community most days and they are going to try to teach her to do a job. I know, it’s weird. I have no intention of Edda having a job, I want her to have a life of leisure where she will watch movies, drink beer through a straw and take naps next to people who love her, but whatever, they are going to try to get her become task oriented… I dunno. I’m more worried about her graduation ceremony which happens in the middle of the day in a few weeks and I’m trying to figure out how to make it happy & not too sad like the class photos. I think I can ask for her to go first or last in the whole line of getting diplomas. Maybe I can bring Vince to walk her across the stage? With a whole bunch of balloons? Maybe I could walk her out on stage. But if I walk her, there won’t be anyone in the audience to cheer for her. Jeremy’s out of town and I’m afraid I might bail and not go. Isn’t that terrible? I can be terrible sometimes. You need to understand that I know none of the kids or the parents at her middle school. Like no one. This is not my neighborhood school, so these are not my neighbors. She’s the only 8th grader in her teacher’s class, she’s going to be the only special needs kid walking or rolling across the stage. It could be really kind of traumatic for me. Ack, you know, usually these things that I think will be traumatic end up being OK. I’ll figure it out.
Jeremy made GABA rice tonight in the super smart rice cooker. My bowels feel all healthy and extra regulated.