90 to 50
Thursday morning at 2.30am we heard the unmistakable sound of Charlie stomping and then the unmistakable sound of the shower turning on. I got out of bed: Charlie always wants to get dressed following a shower and sure enough he asked for 'shirt! pants'.
And then, 'bedtime.'
All right with me.
Back to sleep it was for all of us until my alarm went off at 6.30am. Charlie himself awoke a half-hour later and was ready to go to school in the white car in a half-hour.
Unfortunately the ride to school was Phil Schaap-less and Charlie wasn't happy at lunch. I've been giving him sushi in his lunch box most days but he found the pack I'd meant to stow away for his Thursday lunch on Wednesday night and ate it. Consequently, Charlie's Thursday lunch was not the most interesting. His teacher also noted that the cafeteria was extra noisy and I'm thinking everyone must know, school's gonna be out after Monday!
(For just about a week, that is.)
The good thing was, Charlie was only upset for five minutes at school after which the day proceeded quietly, pleasantly. Jim had gone to see an old friend and taken the white car and told me he'd just go and get Charlie, so I had a long stretch of time to translate (5 out of 10 Eclogues down and it's not even the end of June) and finish some other 'to-do' sort of tasks. I'd seen grey clouds but the sun was shining and the sky was (it really was) blue when Charlie and Jim came home. Within a few minutes they went off on their bikes.
A friend—Charlie's sitter last summer—stopped by and helped Charlie use the computer and taught me the alphabet in ASL (I will be practicing). Charlie was amenable to having her help him type but told her 'bye' when she sat to try watch a video with him. She helped him carry his various blankets and whatnot up the stairs when he requested to take a rest and told him 'bye'—a very nice visit that nicely broke up the routine Jim and Charlie and I tend to stick to.
Charlie dozed off for an hour; this does seem to have become something of a routine, this late afternoon nap. He wanted another bike ride when he awoke and Jim was, as usual, game. The sun was just starting to down when they pedaled off in the cool air, to return some 50 minutes later. Jim, coming in for a drink of water, noted that once in the not-too-distant-past the ride had taken 90 minutes, and now the same route, the same distance, takes 50.
That is, Charlie has shaved off almost half the time from his regular 10 mile bike ride. You've no doubt noticed from the photos that he's become a spindly string bean: I'm sensing that he's gotten a new awareness and appreciation of what he can get his 13-year-old boy body to do:
Peddling down the street so fast he feels like he could take off.
Running at full out of power sprint on the sidewalk so he gets that heady rush, like being able to fly
I know; I used to run cross country in high school and, for a time, I was pretty good. I'd been asthmatic throughout my childhood and nothing beat the thrill of being able to be active and athletic after years of standing on the sidelines. Probably a good thing that I've still been running for all these years, so I can run now with Charlie.
And yes, Jim gets his workout bike riding and walking with Charlie—it's both of them who've turned 90 minutes into 50.