~Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that. And I intend to end up there...Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison...I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

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09 October 2010

Yay, Terrariums!



Once a month, my dear friend Dora and I make time for a play date. And not just some slop-shod-devil-may-care date. We compose an agenda and approve it before we get together (through trial and error, we have come to realize that our agenda must be created and emailed--by either one of us--at least two days before our rendezvous.) No agenda, no date.

Today's agenda:
  1. Meet at Dora's house.
  2. Drive to Blossoming Lotus for lunch.
  3. Drive to Wonderful Terrarium Place in SE Portland.
  4. Head back to Dora's house and gleefully take pictures of our terrariums in Dora's art studio, sit down and talk about our computers (Dora just got a new business Mac that Elesia is so very jealous of), and then talk about either our recent business trips or current writing projects until we run out of communication bandwidth.
Now, I'd like to know who's behind those myths out there that say autistics aren't capable of making friends.

3 comments:

  1. "Now, I'd like to know who's behind those myths out there that say autistics aren't capable of making friends."

    People who don't want to befriend us?

    P.S. It's so wonderful to see your happy, smiling face!

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  2. Sounds like a lot of fun!

    (Agendas for adult play dates... I'm going to have to try that!)

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