Nate needs structure, and, without school to fall back on, he’s a bit lost.
“What’s for lunch tomorrow?” What are we doing Saturday?” What’s for dinner Friday?”
It can be frustrating do undergo the barrage of questions. One, it’s annoying. Two, Nate seems incapable of enjoying the moment. We’re all like that to some degree. The past seems rosier, the future more hopeful and the present, well, it’s usually something to muck your way through. But Nate can’t appreciate the current even in the slightest. When he’s eating a lunch he’s looked forward to, he’s already querying about his next meal, asking about it through a mouth full of food. He’s not Oliver Twist; he’s never had to worry that he won’t be fed.
So Karen struck on an idea. Hearkening back to the old days when we never travelled without pen and paper, writing things down so Nate could understand, Karen fetched one of her countless pads and got to writing, with Nate looking over.
It’s helped. When he gets bogged down in wondering, he asks Karen “Where is my list of days?” (The title of this post is from the Kinks song of the same name.
But Nate still asks what we’re doing next week when he’s barely woken up today. Today, in fact, we’re headed to see Men in Black 3, in 3D of course because Nate won’t see any other kind of movie. He’s got a full plan – Taco Bell, Wal-Mart, comic store. But I know during the film he’ll lean over and ask me if we’re going to see the Spiderman movie in June.