This morning I woke up and got some toaster strudel out of the freezer and popped it into the toaster and poured myself some tea. I went in and picked out my clothes and got ready to go see my friend who would color my hair for me. I would give Booga an hour to get ready to go, that would include getting in the shower and getting dressed and popping some more toaster strudel in the toaster and making coffee and getting him some orange juice…No big deal.
Now on the other hand, actually going to my friend's house with Booga; now that's actually something of a big deal. That requires that Booga bring: a snack, possibly popcorn, a movie, possibly something along the lines of "The Producers" and sometimes, depending on the friend, a small portable DVD player. (A small portable DVD player in lieu of the laptop computer we used to haul around –IS A GODSEND!!!)
Just before we left, Missy called and wanted to talk and I talked to her for a little while. Booga was in the shower and as soon as he was done I went back in my room to do something with my increasingly silver mop of hair.
Just as I was about to put on my boots I walked out into the kitchen to find Booga making some scrambled eggs and two slices of bacon and toast. And he had put the frozen bacon in the microwave to thaw so he could have even more bacon.
"No no no!!!" I said loudly. "Boog, what are you doing? We can't do a huge breakfast this morning!" I don't know what got into him. He probably saw something on television in a movie or for some reason had gotten it into his head that this would be a good morning for that sort of thing. I'm guessing. So I watched him make his breakfast. And called my friend and told her what was going on. I told her we would be late. Good thing I came out when I did.
Existence in our household is generally the source of great amusement among my peers and family members. This is because sometimes it's all about people just doing what they want so that the day goes smoother, which was the case this morning. I have to be honest, my life is a big bunch of shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head in disbelief- I just give in to the insanity of it... Last thing I wanted to do was agitate the Autistic person in the house.
Heaven Forefend.
Finally we got to the car and over to my friends house. She colored my hair (and for those of you that really want to know the color- it's a lovely Chartreuse. I'm kidding of course….My hair is terminally red. Been red since forever.) And to thank her I took her out to a lunch of chicken wings and French fries. Booga was in chicken wing heaven.
In the middle of the meal, he excused himself to go to the bathroom saying, "Excuse me ladies, I have to go to the rest room."
My friend and I sat and ate and talked and waited for him to return. Suddenly I heard a voice that sounded just like Booga's saying, "HEY! WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?!" And I thought, "That can't be my kid." Then I heard it again and it was pretty evident that it was Booga, "HEY! WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?" I can only imagine the swirling, dizzy, inebriated patron that Booga was yelling at in the bathroom. The poor man who was wondering if he had wandered into some kind of alcohol induced nightmare that included a 5ft 8 inch, 200 pound Autistic man, insisting he drag himself back to some kind of awareness and pull his name out of the vials of knowledge that most likely seemed inaccessible at this moment. Soon Booga came back to the table, obviously satisfied with his answer. I'll never know what happened. I didn't see the man come out of the bathroom and it's probably just as well. I am sure he was found later by the cleaning crew; unless somehow he passed below my radar- which could be.
There is no such thing as a private moment in Booga's world. Trust me on that.
Booga and I came home late in the afternoon and I decided that we should make some Pillsbury valentine cookies, since I had them and I really don't think that valentine cookies can really pass for Lenten cookies. So we decided to bake them and have them for a snack while we watched Temple Grandin on HBO. (He now has a thing for Temple Grandin…Or at least the woman that played Temple Grandin.)
We went over the directions and it wasn't very difficult because they were pre-cut out and ready to bake. So I told him what the temperature was on the stove and he set it and showed him how to set them on the pan and he did a great job.
When the timer went off and he took them out of the oven, I told him, "When you take them off, you have to do it fast, like this…." I took the spatula to show him and zoomed the spatula under the cookies so that I could get more than one on to the spatula. When I did that, one broke into two pieces. Booga cried out in shock and took the spatula and slowly started to take the cookies off the sheet saying, "That's just not cool." He took more cookies off the sheet, "That's disgusting."
I just laughed and ate a cookie.
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