Sweet Sam captured a shaft of sunlight in this shot, which I only noticed as it came to be processed. He also caught another..
.. but Jake was having none of it!
I thought maybe the fairies had hitched a ride with him, (well, we all know he is pure of heart), but then a dear friend of mine (it’s okay, Chewy, I won’t tell anyone who), reminded me of a more ominous, possibly sinister interpretation.. In “The Omen”, photo’s with a shard of light spearing the head, prophesied imminent death.
Yikes. Maybe that’s why our Jake-the-wonder-dog is sloping off so sharply to the shade? Ah well, that’s settled it then, no more jay-walking for me, this week..
Monday was a Bank (Public) Holiday over here, which meant no school for Sam, nor work
The local name for this glen is “Molly Quirk’s”, but now I’m regretting telling you that, since some bright spark is bound to ask me why. I’ve no idea, okay? Go Google. (If you find out, holler and let me know.)
I confess, being so sorely afflicted with the malady of laziness, I rarely take advantage of our National Glens, I mean, it’s a bit like taking coals to Newcastle, when you already are lucky enough to have your very own glen at the bottom of your garden, isn’t it? But today was Sam’s day, and as he wanted us to go out for an “explore”, who were we to argue?
And very peaceful and pretty it was, too.
I wish I could say I always listen when Sam speaks to me, but a habit many folk living with autism have, is to talk more “at”, than “to” you. He has certain fixations he will happily discuss at length, repeatedly, and for as long as the day will stretch. I tend to tune out a great deal of this - simply inserting the odd nod or yes seems to keep him happy, because most of the time he is more caught up in what he has to say, rather than interested in having an actual two way conversation with anyone. But he does gain reassurance from my echoing his words back again, a validation that I understand and know that the topic (usually one of three) is important to him.
Today was different.
My seventeen-cum-seven-year-old waxed lyrical, not in a monotone, but with a genuine excitement to his voice. He was curious to name each bird, to seek out every wild-flower, and all the while he wore an ear to ear grin plastered all over his face.
Physical contact is very difficult for Sam, he never initiates it, and he generally jerks away should anyone try to touch him.
But look, see? I have my arm around him, here (insert watery smile).
(At 5’7’’. I am no short-arse, it amazes me how he now towers above me – did I blink, when the hell did all that come about?? On second thoughts, scrub that, I find I’m asking the self same question as to how I’ve suddenly come to arrive at the grand old age of fifty, too. Appears time always marches by when you least welcome it. I am frightened at the prospect of Sam approaching adulthood, the world is callously unforgiving of a child who is forever destined to be trapped within the body of an adult.)
Sam virtually worships his father, they have a very special bond between them. When Alan is on the island, come rain, hail or shine, once the work day is over, he takes off with Sam for an hour or two.
Alan is so very patient and gentle with him.
They watch the ferry leave port, or visit the Grandstand (the starting point for the T.T. motorbike road racecourse), sometimes they hike up the mountain, or climb down a glen, they often stop off to feed the ducks, or simply call off at the airport, to watch the planes as they take off.
I virtually never go along with them on these jaunts, in truth, I enjoy the break it affords me – Alan plans these little explorations as much for me, as he does for Sam.
Maybe that is why I rarely see Sam this animated and engaged, and it was such a delight!
We made it Sam’s call where we should eat for lunch.
After a little stroll along the quay-side, trying out the odd table here and there, Sam opted to take us to eat indoors, at a Tex-Mex restaurant. Once inside, he immediately, gleefully requested a huge, fizzy Pepsi-cola with ice (a rare treat for him).
The waiter here knows us, and he always makes Sam feel very welcome and special. We ordered a couple of mixed platters to share, which I believe Sam demolished the bulk of (grin). . No pudding followed. Sam had an appetite to save..
.. Apparently (according to Sam), this shop serves the bestest ice-cream in the whole, wide world!
So yes, we enjoyed many rays of sunshine on this magical day out, but it was the brightest and best one of all that arrived home with us, and he was just in the nick of time to greet his siblings back, as they piled through the door all fresh, demanding and ravenous again to be fed.
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