My 19 year old son was in charge of passing out Halloween candy this year. Perhaps I should mention he is PDD-NOS and not likely to live independently (I don’t say that to elicit sympathy but to put this entry in context). Never having charged him with such responsibility previously, I didn’t realize the activity required instruction.
Delighted with the opportunity for social contact under such festive circumstances -and absent parental involvement- his first strategy was to scare the pants off little kids with a cap gun, swathed and draped as he was in I don’t know how many yards of black knit fusible interfacing. Perhaps needless to say, I am now the proud owner of a black and orange cap gun. Maybe it will be useful to terrify the cats who’ve taken to sharpening their claws on the new (to us) sofa I bought at a garage sale last week for $20. The old sofa, you may recall, was so hideous that even said felines deigned to destroy it, their work having been subverted by the elements and the frat boys who’d previously owned it and kept it on their porch. Or maybe not. Whatever its history, even the frat boys in Animal House wouldn’t have wanted it.
Properly chastised, the boy’s second strategy was akin to benign neglect. He put a chair on the front porch, put the candy in a dish and posted this sign.
After which he came to advise me of the new disbursement policy. Obviously further intervention was required. All in all, I thought the incident was quite funny until last night when I realized that the apple doesn’t fall so far from the tree.
Once I realized his sign represents how I feel about charging for subscriptions, I didn’t think it was so funny anymore. I’d prefer that people made a personal pledge to support the site but I don’t want to revamp the site just to charge admission. Like my son, I just want people to take their due and act appropriately without my having to enforce the process. Why can’t people just be good?
I don’t know if my son took any lessons from his exercise in public trust and the goodness of people but I know I have. I am without words to thank you all for your support. I suppose I’ll get back to regular posting now but I’d just been too distraught to concentrate on anything productive (although the running helps) and my writing was stalling. An explanation was in order. I suppose I’ll come to terms with whatever the outcome may be and move on from there. Still, I know myself well enough to know that my most inner autie will stubbornly insist that people are inherently good and kind and that good triumphs evil. At least I believe that most of the time. Speaking of, don’t forget to vote next week.