One more day of Carly home on the short vacation. He was up at 7 as I was hurrying to get going. Only eight hours of sleep. When he went down Carly was listening to something on executive functioning and he listened along. In Minecraft she was trying to play in survival while he was in creative. He was trying to give her stuff to make it easier, and gave her a bunch of sand, saying, “It would make a darn lot of glass.”
I got driving to Jerusalem. The drive was about what I expected. Our meeting went fine, although Marc had warned me Omar was in a contrarian attitude, and he was. He had finally some of the material I had finished more than 6 months ago. Mostly went fine, although difficult to remember sources/etc. when so removed from the writing. Also, he was very contrarian/contradictory on the material on nonviolence. But he’s been doing some of the same with Marc and the antisemitism document.
While I was gone they did a lot of graphing and played some Candyland (evidence was still on the floor). They’d gone for a walk and played at the park on Vatikim. They did a painting together: he designed a geometric design on the graphing calculator, then painted the background and Carly painted in the design. Carly made chicken cacciatore. They did math outside, and August sort of figured out how to play the opening notes of Beethoven’s Fifth on piano.
Carly got him to talk about (she had to bribe him with something) his feelings when faced with a winning game, and he talked about feeling it in his heart, chest, and brain. And they watched videos about regressions and functions, and have been learning about parabolas.
I was home just after 5. When I walked in the house August said, “Hey Mr. Poopy Pants. I know how to use the tilda!” We had some dinner, then he played piano for me. I read some of Where the Sidewalk Ends and then more How To. Ginseng and aircraft carrier were words of the day. He was then hiding from Carly under the blanket. At one point he told her “I’m Rezzock”, using a nice throat sound. Rezzock is a bad guy from the Last Kids on Earth books. Carly got him to clean up Candyland using reverse psychology.
We got him upstairs and he did his now-usual hiding in the couch bed under the carpety blanket. She gave him a bath and there was a lot of screeching. In bed I read more How To. Deorbit was another word of the day. August asked, “What if I had a printer that could print a billion dollars a second: how would that affect the world?…would that affect the world economy?” That’s based on a question from the What If? book.
August asked about the Bermuda Triangle, asking, “Is there anything mysterious in that triangle….? Anything humanity ending? Anything worth studying?”
We listened to Brian Eno’s Shutov Assembly after he requested something electronic. He was still being a bit silly and said, “Luxy wire…a funny way of saying haywire.” One second he was talking about the Bermuda Triangle, etc. then he rolled over and shortly thereafter started snoring quietly. It was 9:40.
Based on Beethoven’s Fifth:
You drive me crazy:
