Off-kilter

Well, today was pretty turbulent — my 10-year-old son got off to a rough start, and threw me off-kilter. Kay’s theory is that his cognitive abilities are growing to the point where he is starting to draw conclusions about things, but because it’s a new thing, he’s bad at it. We also realized that much of his frustration was due to unmet expectations that he never communicated to us. So we’re going to have to take extra care to dialog with him and try to draw his thought processes out of his head. (But I guess that’s the way it goes with reciprocal co-ontogenic structural coupling. …Hi, Jor!)

When I was still off-kilter in the afternoon, Kay kicked me out of the house, telling me that I needed “I time.” (What a woman! It’s great to be with an extrovert who understands the needs of introverts. These are the benefits of nearly 17 years of marriage, and having gone through Myers-Briggs stuff together.) So I went to hang out at Guitar Showcase, spent some money, and felt much better.