Sunday, July 26, 2009

Oh, what a morning.......

...that started with a twist,
Hollie changed her mind, and who could resist.
It was paper that she wanted and batteries too,
so we came to our house to see what we could do.

On the computer, Raven do we Google and print,
Couple of those, then off to town we went.
Dunkin' Donuts first and foremost on her list,
so we went in for coffee and snacks for which she wished.

Don't forget to go to WalMart that almost holy place,
Gum and a magazine, come on, keep up the pace!
Magazines require a knife; staples to remove,
remove the page you wanted, fold the crease to make it smooth.

Glue to some paper, making sure it straight,
doing this in a car, well - let's just say it great!
Get into Staples, be the first one in,
put that stuff in heated plastic, see that is how you win.

Now up the road around the corner to the mall we go,
looking for a wanted book, she has to Dad to show.
And so at B Dalton, purveyor of fine books,
Hollie threw out the lines and Daddy took the hooks.

Then, of course, the cutting and pasting all took place,
and down the road to Staples, want to join the race?
That project is now done, it rests upon the seat.
Guess what Dad? I'm hungry, let's go someplace and eat.

BUT before we go to Subway, what do you think,
another paper project! This is beginning to stink.
So to another Staples - we've come to another part of town,
Laminate this project, you know, we've got this down.

So that's how you spend a morning, it's quite a routine,
but one that's been practiced since she was way pre-teen,
It's something so repeated there is no way to change,
just one more thing for Autism to make sure that we arrange.

Just go be good to you neighbors, they'll be good to you,
Please go on and try it! You'll see that it is true.
And don't forget the dogs, and pretty kitties too,
did you push the button? If not then please do.

Have a great day - please read the posting from yesterday afternoon. And I have a question;
if my neighbors have nothing to hide, why do they lock their doors when they go to work? :)

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