Quite the test to ears, hands, and feet, we have been having in the way of freezing cold weather here in nearer-Canada-than-Mexico Vermont. Your relatives in warmer places invite you to come on down and you arrange to fly away like very tropical birds taking leave of a northern climate.
Leading the life of a mostly-acclimatized-to-powdery-snow Vermonter puts you in the place of always yearning to leave for a paradise-like, as sunny as any southern beach, island that seems to invite vacationers to, lining their pale bodies with layers of suntan lotion rather than lots of polar fleece. It’s like that for people without speech in that we always yearn to have voices that work naturally without enhancements of vocal machines but at the same time, like practically adaptable-to-any-weather-conditions Vermonters, we speech-impaired people can work out our thoughts in words as long as we pack communication devices and link up with trusty sled dog-like partners.
Isn’t posting this blog like giving you the latest weather report? Larry is not quite the weather TV star that you will see on your local news, but you are always guaranteed to get a blast of northern sayings about life, autism, and communication from me.