We're meeting with the neuropsychologist today, to go over her report. I'll let you know what we hear.
I have been frozen in place, metaphorically speaking -- unable to write anything. Everything else is getting done by some automaton who looks like me, but it's getting done.
This mental illness thing is Too. Fucking. Hard. Especially because it's my kid.
But I do have good news to share: our Saskia was accepted into a very competitive summer opera program run out of the Walnut Hill School for the Arts. (I wish she would let me post her audition tapes but she would kill me. Maybe even literally.)
She'll be studying, and of course performing, opera at the school -- and for seven days in Italy! I was determined to make it happen if she got in...because it is not likely we will be able to give her the experience of travel anytime soon, if at all. I wrangled her some good financial aid, and her amazing grandparents came to the rescue -- once again. Between those sources, my money from O Magazine (whenever that piece comes out -- don't know yet), and Saskia's left-over Bat Mitzvah money, we will be able to do this.
And that is all for now. The Hellacious Hound is gazing imploringly in my face. I think it's time for a walk.
Auf Wiedersehen, Readers!