This summer our son, Alex, moved into his own house. It's a rambling cottage with a wonderful sun room, bedroom, music room, kitchen/great room, two porches and a basement. Alex has a full time staff to help him navigate life. As you can tell, he is not your run of the mill 20 year old.
Alex has a list of things that bother him. Medical settings would be at the top of that list. That's why I am dreading tomorrow morning's jaunt to get blood drawn at the hospital. We plan to do a hit and run at the crack of dawn because he can't have any meds or breakfast until we are done and Alex really does not like changes in his schedule. I tried to bribe him with breakfast at the IHop, but he really wants to get back home as soon as possible for his usual meal of strawberry yogurt and peanut butter toast (three pieces, liberally coated, cut in half, straight, not from the corners) and ice water with a straw.
The school calendar dictates the boy's life from Monday through Friday. Alex's weekends are a bit less scheduled except for 7 PM on Saturday. No matter what else happens, Alex and his father sit down to a fast food dinner and join the millions of folks in nursing homes across America to watch Wheel of Fortune and Cash Explosion, our local lottery show.
We wouldn't know that it was 7:00 without hearing Pat and Vanna in the background. Alex only eats dinner when Wheel is on the television. This is an Alex rule and is one of the reasons he lives in his own little house with a full time staff. I have watched enough Wheel of Fortune to last keep me satisfied until I check into my own room at the nursing home.
Good Night, Pat! Good Night, Vanna! See you in the morning, Alex!