It is bright and sunny out this morning. Ivy is enjoying laying in front of the storm door in the shafts of sunlight.
We’ve all just had our breakfast and meds have been given out.
I know I planted this vine with tiny little white flowers months ago. But I can’t for the life of me remember what they’re called. I recall planting the seeds back in the spring.
Whatever it’s called, it’s quite petite and looks sweet up against the green ivy I’ve trained on the alley fence.
The white morning glories are more numerous than the blue and white ones. I haven’t seen another white moon flower at night thus far.
There are two days of the month when Kasi wants to come over for lunch. Though she now works from home she still has someone come clean her house twice per month. I don’t blame her. It’s over 4000 square feet.
I could get lost in that house. I’ve never even ventured up those treacherous looking stairs that wind around.
Her husband has what I believe is referred to as a theater room up there. As well as at least one bedroom and one bath.
Kendra & Her Flip Houses:
Anyway she and Kendra came over yesterday at noon. Kendra never knows if she will be able to break away from the flip house. Contractors don’t show up on time and all that. She is closing on another flip house soon.
Anyway I ordered Mexican takeout meals from a new restaurant just around the corner. I paid over the phone and had Kendra pick it up on her way here.
This is our quality mother/daughter catch up time. I find out what’s going on with the grandkids and all that.
The professionals think that Andrew, now six, could possibly be on the spectrum. It does run in the family. It’s also on his father’s side.
Problems came to pass when he began kindergarten last year. He was not able to deal with the more structured environment.
Medication & Therapy:
People often think children that young don’t experience depression. I’m here to tell them they are wrong. I clearly remember it from my childhood. The way it pressed down on me and made everything gray and formidable.
I did not get any relief from it until I was given anti depressant medication when I was 26.
For a child feelings of impending doom are frightening because they don’t understand what’s wrong.