My 13 year old autistic son stayed home from school sick today. He got up when he heard the garage door close (his room is above) and came downstairs. I was in the sewing room hand piecing a LeMoyne star for a block exchange. I think the best way to get those eight points to meet nicely is to hand piece. I'm never so accurate with the machine, just faster. He announced to me, "See the winter. See the winter, it's snowing. It's snowing." I about cried. Spontaneous appropriate speech! Much better than "I igloo, J jet, X x-ray, Y yesterday" all the time.

I got most of the block done, before I came in to work. I'm splitting the day with my husband. I'll finish the rest of it tonight at quilt guild meeting. My next block for the exchange calls for a star, so I may cut out another LeMoyne star to take with me.

I'm not sure about blogging. I like the idea, but I've never been good at writing what I'm thinking or feeling.

I told Construction Girl about starting a blog so I could post comments on her blog. She thought it was great to be able to share about life with my teenage autistic son. I hadn't thought of that.

I had to create a blog so I could post a comment on Construction Girl's blog. I figured I might as well just post something here to get the hang of it.

Let me know you're out there and I'll post more. If I can figure out what to write, that is. It's kinda like figuring out what's for dinner, the clever ideas never come to you when you're ready to use them.