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Lawn, Ho!

When we last tuned in, brother-in-law David (and I, in a supporting role) had built a walkway after brother-in-law Troy (and I, in a supporting role) had built a deck and ramp.

Now the back lawn…the poor back lawn. Ten years ago, Andy, Clarence, Erik, Kevin, and Trina and I destroyed our old kitchen and dumped the contents on the back lawn where it sat until I loaded it into a dumpster. Since then it has suffered all manner of indignities. The last two years, it’s been treated to huge piles of gravel and dirt.

It gradually was taken over by crabgrass, then weeds, then the weeds decided it wasn’t worth it. It had become a foresaken land.

So we spent the past week sifting and conditioning the soil, removing an entire wheelbarrow of gravel (and other assorted crap, including the occasional bit of old kitchen), and then David came over and within two hours he had graded it and we had laid the sod.

I know, grass…suburban, non-native, high maintenance…but we have our reasons. It’d be nice to have some grass for Jon to crawl in. And some other ideas we have for the future.

Thanks so much David! You too Troy!

Photo of desolate backyard, with Apollo moon astronaut photoshopped in
Saturday

Photo of green and lush backyard
Sunday

Cool Victoria Day Weekend

Warm-looking cold beach
That scene may look warm and inviting, but it was actually 5° with a 50 km/h wind blasting in.

PeterIt was a cold weekend at the cottage.

It started with a horrific holiday-traffic drive up in torrential rain with a kayak on the roof. Nobody could see the lines on the road farther than about 30-40 metres. In the midst it, we suddenly we hear banging on the roof and have to make an emergency pull off to the shoulder, thinking that a tie-down or rack had come loose. One of the kayak’s thighstraps–nothing to do with the tiedowns–lost a bolt, and the strap was just flapping and banging. A relief and an easy fix, if it weren’t on the driver’s side while cars are passing at 100km/h in low traction and visibility. Ah, my friend adrenaline.

The rest of the weekend was somewhat less stressful. The Weather Network let us down, so nobody brought clothes warm enough for the sudden drop in temperature and harsh wind. And no outside chores got done. But we snacked and chatted and ate and chatted and desserted. Searched for a suspicious cottage leak, to no avail. Good cottage stuff.

In the end, our family unit got what needed-to-be-done done. We got the kayak out of the backyard, the first step in making it not a moon crater. Made a very successful little sidetrip to advance what we shall dub “Operation Composure”.

In the end, just a lazy weekend at the cottage.

the three kids, lying back and goofing around

Dr. Wiggins

Jon, Dr. Wiggins and interns

PeterJon has met a lot of doctors in his time, and some of them are quite amazing people. Dr. Pam at Sick Kids was one. Dr. Rick Wiggins, an optometry professor at the Special-Needs Eye Clinic at the University of Waterloo, is another. He’s a great doctor and an amazing teacher. Each visit, he is teaching a team of two interns, who conduct the initial examination and it’s almost worth it to watch him teach them, aside from the fact that he’s also teaching us and watching Jon and catching details that even we as parents have missed.

The way the Waterloo eye clinic deals with special needs kids is, in our experience, so different from the far more clinical approach of other doctors. For instance, Jon came out of a rigorous eye exam, but all he could talk about afterwards was that he had watched Finding Nemo. After some vision tests with projectors and cards, they study the internal eye stuff by letting the kid watch TV while they examine the lens from a bit of a distance (no drops, either!). Dr. Wiggins, ever attuned to the patient, picked up on Jon’s interest in Pixar, so that’s what was on the VCR when it came time to watch.

Despite the fact that these trips to Waterloo pretty much take out the entire day, we’ve always seen it as a fun adventure. We always come out of it fully briefed, with proactive ideas and expert advice about what we can do next. Our kid comes out happy as a clam, no worse for wear after an hour-long exam of his weakest sensory system.

And we get to eat at Swiss Chalet for lunch, another tradition, which makes Jon even happier.

So how did it go? His eyes are healthy. We’re getting a clearer idea of how Jon sees. While most humans would have commited to one strong eye by his age (thus ending up with one “lazy” one), Jon uses both of his eyes independently. Generally together, but if he needs detail, he’ll in-turn the unused eye to keep things sharp. Anyway, given that he’s still using both eyes at almost age 10, we can expect that he’s got them for life.

A brief primer on how you see: when you look at things, your eyes are moving in tiny saccades, jumping around both to study detail and to keep the retinal image fresh. Jon’s eyes move in saccades too, but his jumps are less fine. As well, his eyes undergo nystagmus (involuntary rapid, rhythmic eye movements). This would especially affect things like reading. Questions for the future: will his eye tracking improve as his reading does? Or is this another of his motor issues, and may limit future progress in reading? We can only push the envelope and find out.

Over the years, we’ve had to explain to many, many people that this is something glasses can’t fix. The trouble is deep in his visual cortex, the part of your brain that takes the what the electrical signals sent by the eye and decodes it into something you “see”. So it has nothing to do with his eyes. And that’s final.

Oh, by the way, Jon needs glasses.

Yep, he’s taking after Mom and Dad, and is a little near-sighted! As we say, this isn’t to help the CVI, but just the everyday focusing.

With Jon, as always, it’s a little more interesting. Dr Wiggins points out that given all of the cortical issues, whether or not Jon ends up wearing the glasses will be based on performance. If they improve things noticably for him, he’ll likely fight to keep them. If they aren’t working for him, or keeps taking them off for whatever reason, they are of no use and we will not force the issue. His unique view of the world is the arbiter. And if they don’t take now, they may later.

Jon with glasses
And then there were twelve (eyes in the household).

Street Theatre

In case you hadn’t heard, last Thursday, a spaceship crashed in Waterloo Place in the middle of London.

The next day, out of the spaceship emerged a giant little girl marionette.

The same day a Sultan arrived in London, carried by an enormous mechanical elephant, in pursuit of the girl.

The next day, the little girl took a shower under the elephant’s trunk, got dressed,
and went sightseeing.


And the last day, she played in St. James’s Park,

said goodbye to the elephant,

and she climbed into her spaceship and blasted off.

The story is here, along with some pictures. More pictures here, there and everywhere. Lots of video around too. Some of the pictures come from Nantes and Amiens, where the same thing happened last year.

As perfect street theatre, there’s no question that the images cannot possibly capture what it must have been like to be there. The company is called Royal de luxe, and they staged this last year in honor of the centenary of Jules Verne’s death.

Hat tip to Ronnie del Carmen, whose research I scavenged as I went. Pictures are from thesultanselephant.com, Laughing Squid and Shehani Fernando via the BBC and davebushe at Flickr.

More Non-Xmas gifts

While chatting with Tami yesterday she expressed a serious fascination with the TankChair. I thought of another wheelchair worth mentioning: the iBot, a gyroscopically balanced chair invented by inventor Dean Kamen, who then used the same technology to develop the Segway.

And really, Jon doesn’t need one. He pushes himself around at school, and elsewhere when he has strong opinions on things. Like when we’re shopping at MEC and he just wants to ride the elevator.