Oh, and my apologies to everyone (else) who paused in their life to contemplate the symbol that would best represent their mental "please wait" state and had to shake themselves out of it.
I visualized a black & white spiraled hypno-wheel.
I still space out with eyes unfocused, and I'm theoretically an adult. It never freaked out my parents; my dad does it, and my mom just learned that she had to repeat our names a couple of times to make sure we were paying attention. Or take the book out of our hands.
Thanks, ita, I had to post and run and didn't realize I futzed it up.
What Jilli said. My parents had to physically remove the shiny (usually a book) before I'd hear them. That never happens anymore, of course...
That never happens anymore, of course...
Of course not! As is proven by the fact that we spend all day talking to our imaginary friends.
my space-out visual is just a grey fuzz
But, short of determining that no, your daughter doesn't have testicular cancer, the nurse (and the doctor) can't diagnose anything without Annabel in front of them.
I don't think she could even promise that, if a certain episode of House is to be believed.
sad now. Harvey Korman just died. I might have to go stand in Heddy Lamar's footprints this weekend.
I really don't mind if I bump into a kid somewhere and she...says stuff about my chair. In recent years, though, although the accidental "OMG, cripple!" sightings have gotten less...dramatic, as kids see more of "us" at school or wherever, which I think "Yay!" about for all sorts of reasons, there's kind of a new thing developing which I like less. There seems to be this new thing with certain well-read parents that there are conversations which ought to be had, and so I'm often a springboard for, like, The Crip Conversation. Which somehow makes me twitchy, like I'm on a list of Formative Moments or something, and I didn't prepare, or anything. It's weirder too because that's a conversation completely led by the parents:
"Oh, um, Snotleigh was just curious about your chair," when that was not the vibe I really get from from little S. herself.
It's like they are crossing off Broken People are Really Okay too and they are good to go till she sees the neighbor kid's penis.(edited to put in "kid" so it's not such a heavy context)
Somehow it bugs me to be instructive.
