He called me in once during the night. He had fallen asleep totally on top of his blanket so hadn’t had any covers. I took the opportunity now to pull them out and cover him. When I woke up though he was out of them again and sort of falling out of the bed. When I went up to wake him at 8:30 he was entirely back under the cover. Not only that, he had grabbed one of my pillows and was using it as his pillow. I started waking him, but he was really sleeping. A few rings he rolled over and went back to sleep. He was finally awake a little before ten, but continued to lie in bed for a long time, quiet. At one point he was silently playing piano in the air as he lay on his back.
I started to read some Hardy Boys. He asked about to call on and social versus professional calls. We went out to brush our teeth and he asked “What’s an aegis?” He means the breastplate of Zeus and Athene. We went downstairs and he had a Brother and Bar game where she turns the world into Antarctica. Silliness followed. He played piano, playing one of his songs, and asked, “Do you like the (part)? I used a D instead of a C…there’s more grace to it…gives it acceleration…”
Eventually we played Minecraft, then he had oatmeal for breakfast. He had more Sister and Myna games with OTT land. We played piano together, then played chess. Started against each other, then worked together against the computer, which worked well.
I made crackers with tuna and we had rice with peas and we ate outside. We read some more Hardy Boys, and he asked, “Why would a criminal be dangerous?” I used the word rational and August asked what that meant and said “But rash means quick.” I had to explain that ‘rational’ wasn’t related to ‘rash’. Other words he asked about were exonerate and deduce. He also had me skipping to the end, to where they catch the criminal, but then we went on to something else. And speaking of rash, he has a rash spot on his knee. Looks like it might be some sort of bite.
We went inside and he listened to “I’m Bored” for alone time, then “Goblin Picnic” while he played Minecraft. Followed by “Why the Leaves Change Color” and “The Wonders of Snake Oil”. Carly got home, and brought decks of cards, which he’s been wanting to play. We went and sorted them out to make a couple decks, then played go fish.
We went out for an ant walk, and he spit out chunks of his chocolate bar for them, saying he was doing trophallaxis for them.He said, “Probably a (ant) philosopher thought the spit was a good medicine…” We went back for our water bottles, and were going to go on another walk. He got his shoes back on and went outside, but then checked on his weeds, and realized that his tall straight weed was missing. I realized that Shmuel must have pulled it when he was here yesterday. August didn’t take this very well and said he wasn’t going for a walk. He went in and curled up on a chair, crying. He calmed down a little, and I told him I’d go look for the weed—maybe it wasn’t too damaged to plant again. But I found it on the pile of tree things, broken in several pieces. I found another, very similar weed, out on the sidewalk and pulled it and planted it in one of the many pots we now have and told August it was Weedie 3. He liked it, but insisted we replant it where the original had been. We didn’t get that far today, and maybe he’ll change his mind and like it in a pot.
So instead of a walk, to cheer up we watched the newest Grian video. August asked what commodity means after Grian said that leather is a commodity. August was hungry, so he had an early dinner of Mac and cheese, the last of it (he’s decided he likes the burnt edge pieces the best, but there isn’t much of that left) and broccoli. We then played the ball game, but made it sillier, giving ourselves crazy amounts of points (billions) for things and calling out new rules. We got points for catching the ball, so August figured out he could throw it away from me and I wouldn’t catch it. I gave him a stare when he did this, and he would break out laughing hysterically, and tell me “Stop making that face!” As we made rules back and forth he made some rule that got around one of mine and I said he had outwitted me. That was another word of the day.
Carly came down about 5:30. She had wine, and August told her, “I hate the smell of wine.” And went on, saying “I hate drinking coffee. I don’t know why you like it.” He told Carly about the ants and spitting food for them: “That big ant colony went bonker balls.” He also told her about Shmuel pulling the weed. They then played chess outside and I went for a run.
He played Minecraft with Vivian and Colin. He made something for Carly: “It’s covered in C’s, for Cochamente. It’s a build just for you…I’m doing teacher appreciation day, since I missed teacher appreciation day.” He finished with Minecraft and played chess instead. Carly told him she’s teaching a math lesson on Monday. He went and sort of hugged her and said, “I love you so much. You finally did math.” She told him what the problem will be and he said, “Cool. Coronavirus math.”
I was working and he played piano. He had looked at “Good King Wenceslas” earlier and sight read it. He used five of his stars to get 30 more minutes of Minecraft and did one of his lucky block world. He had had an early dinner, then Carly made cauliflower and French fries. He now had second and thirds on those. We watched a video from Cherie of a piano player in a mall playing “Bohemian Rhapsody”:https://youtu.be/1mNMe28rNuc
. He wanted to watch brain surgery. We watched a short one he’d seen before, thenhttps://youtu.be/isYY2jvd8PU
. As we went upstairs he asked things like “What would it feel like if you were killed by a sword?” “…an ant drowning in the Mediterranean?” “…swallowed by a shark?” I didn’t really have answers to those.
Carly gave him a bath, then he was dancing around naked. In the bedroom he sang, “I’m a teenager, do what I say / or I’ll be funky punky yay!” Carly put lotion on his arms and he didn’t like it, and didn’t even want to touch her: “I’m scared of my own mamas arms…but only for tonight.”
Out of the bedroom he asked, “What’s a pip?” “What’s Park Place?” In his room he listened to “A Contest of the Gods” on Stories Podcast and had his crackers, then “The Moringa Grove” and “Bats, Beasts, and Birds” (but didn’t finish it). We brushed our teeth, then he listened to “The President’s New Suit”. He told me he liked staying up in the bedroom this morning and reading there. We listened to his playlist, then Benge’s Quantised Tones. He took a long time fall asleep again. He seemed to be doing fine at first, but then was doing his breathing thing again when slightly stuffy. Also, after being quiet for a long time he woke me up again and told me “Next time you talk to Shmuel tell him that I hate him” and a couple other things about how he wasn’t happy about the weed. He was asleep around 11:40, I think. I tried just falling asleep in his room again. Worked pretty well, but just not a very comfortable bed.
Song of the day:
Sorting cards:
Spadey spade spade song:
Trophallaxis for the ants:
Laughing 1:
Laughing 2:
Eyebrows and mirror silliness:
