The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse folks are experiencing an emotional time these last few days – those of us who are regulars and those who check in on us or chat on the sidewalk corner. The middle grandson here, the one who is autistic and has other issues, has reached a stage in his needs where he is now on the path for residential care.

Like a person who was born blind, rather than having gone blind after experiencing the world of sight, this boy has never truly grasped the “what is real” part of life. He has become frustrated and more and more agitated and, unfortunately, more and more violent. This Sunday night, in an impulsive rage, he broke his mother’s wrist with the baluster from the banister. It was a defensive injury – the wrist part. He had been aiming for her head.

It is not something he would choose to do on a multiple choice test. It is not something he would think is an acceptable thing. But, more and more, he cannot choose and think. We are hoping that with professional and intensive treatment, he will get better.

His mother is heart-broken.

We would not have chosen this situation, but there was no choice . . . and here we are.

Now, we will go on with our stories and zaniness here because that is what life does – it goes on.