Times Square and theatre fuel Marcus’ busy brain like nothing else. He absorbs and reflects the energy and passion.
When Marcus is one of a group of many, it’s hard for him to be heard and share his ideas. When he and I travel alone, especially on a theatre trip, he shares constantly; we chat together non-stop. In fact, this last trip I marveled internally at how much he had to say in every conversation, never at a loss for words.
This last Tuesday Marcus and I travelled to Bennington, NE. We shared the animated short and book Black Day: The Monster Rock Band with the students. The kids were all in their pajamas as it was “pajama day.” And also Dr. Seuss week. So the PTO invited a local author in to tell his story.
Also, with the “big kids” Marcus and I talked about what makes a good story, the importance of set,
Today the big pressure is: Marcus’ probate paperwork is due tomorrow.
Shit.
I’ve shared before how much I loathe the paperwork process that comes with guardianship (although I am simultaneously understanding of its purpose).
Travel makes me very tired. Anxiety also makes me tired. I’ve done a lot of sleeping this week. The bad news about anxiety tired (as if you don’t know) is that it makes a person too tired to think clearly to do the stuff that needs
Five years ago I wrote in an article that published in the Omaha World Herald that Marcus would never live independently. I did. I said it like an undeniable fact.
Two years ago I wrote, “Marcus Talks about Moving Out.”
This last weekend I recognized in him even more independence and he and I talked about a “Marcus Meeting” where we will tackle some of his life goals, like an apartment and (gulp)
