Thursday, November 20, 2014

November 20

I dread talking on the phone. I eat lunch in congenial solitude most weekdays; yesterday I did nothing but gaze at the sky and think my thoughts as I ate a sliced avocado on toast. The sun was sandwiched between clouds such that it had the appearance of a fried egg.

Sometimes when Abbott has a friend over I catch him wandering in the direction of his room, book in hand, and I have to steer him back to his guest.

Cal gulps companionship like it is the oxygen keeping him alive.

Alexi is reliably flexible, adjusting to anything - solitude or constant interaction - with astonishing grace.

We laughed ourselves to sleep last night; I told him about Cal’s comment after looking at a gash in a hockey teammate’s forehead – “I can’t see his brain”  – and then everything was hilarious.

I'm glad for it all.


JRA said...

My 13 year old son is the same when friends are over, he'll suddenly disappear and I'll find him reading or's usually towards the end of the visit that he does this. I think it's his way of saying he is over stimulated.

Lecia Phinney said...

JRA: totally! xo

Diane said...

I dread the phone too. put off making calls forever, then do a bunch at once....sigh, and I understand the need for solitude.

Jenny said...

I love when you sneak us into your posts. Let me know if you'd like more photos. :)

Lecia Phinney said...

Jenny: I hope he's feeling better! (And that his brain didn't fall out!) xo