Life is so interesting isn’t it? Since my rather dark post and poem of yesterday I’ve been enjoying some very in-depth conversations with some of you, particularly about my dad and his alcoholism. I’ve been blown away by your responses, particularly to my poem, thank you so much, and I’m so happy now that I did go ahead and post it and that I don’t have to be cross with Hubby for making me do it.
Always a good thing, however, to have a disclaimer, or two…
I hope you don’t think I’m trying to cram more, more, more of my writing down your throats, but if any of you would like to read more about my dad and his rather unusual lifestyle, you can find a few more of my stories under the category ‘My Dad’s Alcoholic Prison’.
Right, well enough of that. It’s Friday, and I thought I would leave you with a lighter post for the weekend, and also I wanted to tell you about an incident that happened earlier today.
It begins with me taking my Aspie Daughter to the Job Centre . Oh joy of joys. This is always so incredibly stressful for her. I end up doing all the talking because she gets completely overloaded with the lights, noise and having to sit in a chair being asked questions about how she is doing, so much so that she becomes mentally exhausted. Thankfully, her advisor is very nice and understanding so that helps.
These sessions are mandatory but of course my daughter is nowhere near ready to even think about work. The last two years have been an
absolute nightmare quite tough trying to get her the proper help and support but once I fired we asked nicely for a different care coordinator (social worker) and completed her occupational therapy assessments, we were then able to have her referred to the Asperger psychologist.
He talks to her and treats her like an adult who has a brain and isn’t an imbecile or thick so this helps too.
So, back to the Job Centre. To park in the car park opposite means driving up a very steep hill. The car I drive has a strange habit of ‘chugging’ when the petrol gauge is just below a quarter of a tank. This was the case today and as I drove up this hill the engine almost cut out. It graciously waited until I was just turning into a parking bay instead, at a very awkward angle, before doing so.
So there we were, Aspie Daughter and I. Stuck in a dead car, 5 minutes away from her appointment and rain pouring down outside. We get fined here if we don’t park within the lines and I couldn’t just leave the car like that. What to do?
I called Hubby. He was not happy as he was in an important meeting. He was a bit annoyed because I didn’t have enough fuel. I said it wasn’t my fault. He said he would be right there but would have to go home first to get the petrol can, then fill it up then bring it to me.
Meanwhile, I decided I may as well pay for our ticket at the pay and display machine except when I tried my money wouldn’t go in the slot because the machine was broken. Great. This meant I would have to walk way over to the other side of the car park (it’s a big one!) in the pouring rain (I had forgotten my umbrella).
That is where my guardian angel arrived. As I marched across the car park, a man poked his head out of the window of his car just as he was about to leave and said “Here love, do you need a ticket?” There was well over an hour and a half on it. You bet I needed his ticket! He made my day. Thank you lovely man/angel!
Such hope was restored that I came up with a great idea. We could push the car into the parking bay. That is, Aspie Daughter pushed while I steered (she can’t drive, no way no how, it’s a coordination thing) and let me tell you, she is one strong young girl/woman. She thought it was rather fun actually. So at least we had parked the car, had a free parking ticket and we just made it to the Job Centre with a couple of minutes to spare. Phew!
Hubby arrived and thought that he better not walk into the Job Centre looking rather annoyed while holding a petrol can so he waited outside until we came out. All was forgiven, the car started and the rest of the day went as well as can be expected. Aspie Daughter promptly went to bed when we got home, such is the way of things in our household.
I will end it there, except for one last thing, which has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with what I’ve just written. My lovely friend Lesley over at Confab put up a delightful post recently about a spider in her greenhouse and she shared a beautiful photo of spider babies. Do take a look. It caught my imagination and reminded me of the book/film Charlotte’s Web when all her babies hatched!
It also reminded me of a photo I took last year in our back garden of a spider wrapping up a wasp of all things….eeeeowww… in its web which I thought I would share. Not that this is my kind of thing really but I was amazed at how the photo turned out as normally my close-ups like this are very blurry.
Hope you all have a great weekend and keep ‘wrapped up’ nice and warm 🙂