This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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tuesday 19 april 2005
85. When it's cold ( just for laughs )
Note from the author : Like dear old Desproges said (I think it was him) : you can laugh about anything, but not with just anyone.
As soon as it starts getting cold, mommy puts a hat on my head ! Terrible ! The past winters have been all out war between my parents and I. - Lou, put your hat on ! Me : "No !" (and I immediately throw it wherever I can) Mommy (or daddy), putting the hat back on my head : " Louuuuu, you keep that hat on now !" ... And so on. I must admit I haven't won many battles. One ? Maybe two ... Those two are really stubborn ! Anyway.
Bottom line is, it's snowing on Brussels. Big time. Immediate consequence : the hat makes its comeback ! And I, like an idiot, just cave. I don't say a word. Nothing ! Nada ! I'm not even sick, I'm feeling great. But this time ... I accept the hat. I suspect two persons must be discreetely laughing : my parents.
All this to tell you a funny anecdote about the hat : since I'm blind, when I accept a truce and wear the stupid hat, I pull it all the way down... Like a little ghost... Well yeah ... why should my nose be cold when there's nothing to see anyway ! Hence it's happened several times that well intentioned people pointed that out to the person walking me around ( when I'm in a cart ). - Pardon me Sir, but your child can't see, his hat is covering his eyes. The first time it happened, daddy just replied on a friendly tone : - Thank you, that's very kind of you, but it's ok, he's blind. You can imagine the reaction, kind of like "I just said something terribly stupid". It usually results, within half a second, in : cardiac arrest, heavy breathing, wide open eyes, and hands covering the mouth. -Huuuhhhhhh ... Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean ... And that's when daddy reassures the person.
So now mommy and daddy improvise on a case by case basis (to avoid having a death on their conscience). It ranges from "thank you !" (and they pull the hat up .... which I immediately pull back down) to a brief, smiling, *very* smiling and polite explanation.
P.S. : Daddy will take a picture shortly. In the meantime, he looked for a picture on the internet, and guess what he stumbled upon (as the only valid picture) ? The hat from the local rugby club !