Are we having fun yet?
It's raining and cold. The window is rattling. It's a little annoying, because it's this low constant rattle. Grr. I think I'll go stuff a towel in it. I'm sifting through Foucault. I was up 'til 2. I'm not NOT having fun. But it's not like a blast either.
Ellis and I went to Pa School for the Deaf this morning. There's a structured play parent-kid time for infant/early toddlers on Wednesday. We've missed the past two weeks, but made it this time, thanks to the city bus, which we rode for the first time. So all I have to do is ride the trolley, and I will have mastered Philadelphia's public trans system. It's a little bit of a novelty for this girl who grew up in the country. I enjoy public trans, probably because I don't have to depend on it, but find it useful on occasion. Since we're down to one car for awhile, I'm finding it very useful that a bus stop and a regional rail stop are only a couple hundred feet from our house.
Anyway, it was fun to be back at PSD. Ellis needs to be around deaf kids his own age, and I need to be around deaf adults, with whom I can sign and watch them sign with the children, so that i can go home and be more effective in signing with Ellis. I met a delightful deaf grandma who was there with her grandson, two months younger than Ellis. Ellis and Alex ran around the room giggling. We had a great chat, and I felt the sweet exhiliration of beginning to actually communicate in another language, even though I didn't quite catch everything at first.