Hey, ya'll! I'm hangin' out on mom's worktable, overseeing her newest project:
She's working on a loom. Using a long needle, lots of thread and teeny-tiny beady-beads, she weaves them into a pattern. This particular project is more a therapy project than a challenge project. She creates something simple just for the benefit of working with her hands and mind, giving her heart and emotions a rest. She couldn't keep her mind on a challenge project.
These are gonna be flowers. It'll end up being a bracelet or bookmark or something. See the tiny beads peakin' out from under the mat? Over there, to the left of my pawrs. Yeah! There they are! Now, I like beads, as a rule. They're like little balls and eminently whappable. Man, you get one of those shiny, slicky beads and you can plumb wear yourself OUT!
But those teeny-tiny beads are somethin' else. If my mom drops some or I saunter across her worktable into an uncovered dish of them, they'll get all stuck up into my pawr pads, in the crevices between my many toes. They're horrible to get out! Then, I've got colorful, sparkly poop, which is entertaining for me, but not necessarily helpful to my mom.
And there's your "pawrs only" shot for all the Wonky-Paw fans!
No, mom, I don't need to get down-I'm quite comfortable, thank you!
What? YOU want me to get down?
You're kidding, right?
Angus' Mum: Well, today's NOT been a good day in the World of Mickey. The sheltered workshop he's employed in has really dropped the ball. They've got only 1 person to supervise 85 clients + The Mickster (Escape Artist Extraordinaire). At least, that's their story.
Today, Sir Runs-A-Lot was walked into the office where he clocked in, walked back to his spot and then...POOF! Disappeared! That's what the workshop says. Well, they say he was never there, hence, they're not responsible. The time clock says otherwise, but, who's arguing? The Boy ducked out an open bay door and ran down his bunny trail to his desired destination. Again, someone from another group home, a van driver, noticed his flight and was able to convince him to get into the van, where they went to Dayhab.
We've decided he's cheated that 6-lane busy street enough. We're pulling him out of the sheltered workshop and letting him go to Dayhab every day. We hadn't wanted that for him. Safety wins out. So, we're going to pursue work contracts to occupy him for half the day and he can pursue his own interests the other half. Somebody's gotta fund his Disney obsession!
I want to thank you all for offering your encouragement and support for us. It's been a hard month. We so wanted him to be successful at this. He can do the work, and then some! That autistic attention to detail and ability to stay supremely focused enabled him to churn out an amount of work I'd never have believed had I not seen it myself. He's amazing! But, his need for support and supervision just did him in. 'Course, if he hadn't needed such support and supervision, well...You know.
Anyway, thank you.
My curlin' up to rest myself feet.
