Monthly Archives: November 2004

Creative Writing

Jon’s teacher called us this afternoon in a high state of excitement. A few weeks back she started doing creative writing exercises with Jon, meaning he looks at a picture and comes up with a few sentences about the picture. His first story, upon seeing a photo of a cow was:

This is a cow.
It is black and white.
It is saying moo.

Keep in mind that he dictates the sentences to the teacher, who writes them down. Later Jon types up the dictation.

On Monday Jon was so excited about Hallowe’en that his teacher decided to try something a lot more advanced, as an experiment only (she originally wasn’t going to try this until after Christmas). He was using Intellitalk, a software program that reads a word aloud after it’s been typed. This allowed Jon to type out his own words, see how close he came, and self-correct if necessary. This is what he typed out all by himself, punctuation and all:

Hi mom and dad ,
I liked haloween . Trick or treeting was fun. I went to lots of hoosis. Are sed the pirat. Then I went home .
Jon

(He meant “Arrrrrr said the pirate.” So how the heck are you supposed to spell “arrrrrr” anyway?)

He was only prompted “what would you like to say?” or “what happened next?” by the teacher; otherwise he maintained full sentences in his head as he typed them, spelling familiar words correctly and trying to phonetically spell out new words. He remembered to put spaces between words and only had to be reminded about putting capitals at the start of sentences. Wow – This certainly blew everyone away big time!

Terror on the High Seas


About three weeks ago, Jon announced he wanted to be a pirate for Hallowe’en. Bachan had brought him some pirate gear (hat, hook, eyepatch–standard pirate issue).

So, in true nautical spirit, we went a little overboard to incorporate his wheelchair. Puffy shirt fashions by Laura (she created the pattern and sewed it), and the shortened sails too.

Our previous Halloween wanderings have always been short–large groups of people are always hard for Jon. But this year he had been counting down the days and hours and we ended up hunting for swag for slightly more than an hour! Jon had several catchphrases memorized, too: who would not be terrified by the dread pirate chirpily yelling: “Arrrrr!” (which came out more like “Harrrr!”), “Shiver me timbers”, and the ultra-cute “Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Pop!”.

On Deck

After three years of desultory plotting and planning, our backyard deck and wheelchair ramp is finally on the verge of being completed. Much of the delay was due to the fact that, having never built a deck before, we were pretty clueless about where to start (Everyone says “ohhh it’s easy to build a deck; here’s what you do…”, but when we bring up a new wrinkle, they say “oh yeah, I forgot about that part…” Nnnggh.)


Mega thanks are due to my brother Troy, who came all the way down to T.O. from the Yukon to build it for us. (Peter helped with the decking and other general labour, but the bulk of the work was Troy’s.)

Note the t-shirt he’s wearing: “Bombay Peggy’s” – that’s a hotel in Dawson City, Yukon, whose renovation and rebuilding Troy directed.


Looking away from the house, the initial moon crater where the ramp is to go.


Framing the deck and ramp. Diagonal bracing across top is temporary (well, I didn’t know that at the time!)


Further along. Amazing how much material proper ramps need.


Ramp almost done. Beautiful pickets by Troy.