The two-week quarantine is approaching the halfway point approximately. Here in the garage. My choice. The safest place and it's fine with me. Hey, I Did Standing Rock North Dakota from Thanksgiving through mid-February and the arrest.
More sleep has been required than I would have hoped, I think as a result of both old age and the rather intensive Sprint from Kansas to get here before the weather got too bad. So much to do, so little time.
The time that I do have awake seems very productive to me. The parent of these children has been very generous in providing online time for dialogue on a range of subjects, essentially, helping to clarify how I might free up some of this parent's time once I'm in the house, especially regarding equipping myself to possibly be able to occasionally care for the needier of the two sons, who is much more extremely functional than I had understood originally. This approaching teenager is at grade level in some respects, above grade level in other, and toddler level in other.
So I'm beginning to understand the opportunities I have to learn both the communication device, a little bit of sign language, and other skills. Among other things I'm trying to tap into online resources at universities and elsewhere often co-created with states, to understand how to support and make contact with children on the Spectrum.
I'm beginning to understand myself, what I'm drawn to try and be, as the uncle or grandfather that cares deeply about the children and this parent, and trying to be wind under their wings to establish a brighter short medium and long-term future. I am not pessimistic that I might be a little bit of help, but time will tell.