Bearded Benny Baking

Today Facebook gave me one of those annoying notices: “David, here’s a moment from 1 year ago we thought you might like to look back on.” As if my life is so interesting that I should share something with the world twice. And annoying because we (me and FB) are not on a first-name basis. And maybe most annoyingly – they got me. I re-posted the thing because, well, how could I resist? In fact, I’m going to re-post it here too, since it goes back to just before I updated my blogging from my bare-bones website (which I refer to as my electronic filing cabinet) to this gen-u-wine (WordPress) blog. I figure Ben deserves it for any new fans of his. I’m leaving what I said today at the top. Thanks for looking (maybe for a second time):
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Time flies whether you’re having fun or not — but Ben sure was having fun a year ago, thanks to Michelle, and cookies. So glad you’re part of Ben’s life Michele!

Bearded Benny Baking
December 8, 2015
Michelle helps Ben bake cookies as he demonstrates a degree of delayed gratification we never could have imagined! Thanks to Ben’s house for the pic. And notice, as with every picture ever taken of Ben, one hand is holding a book (and probably not a cookbook). Ben owns many books, and he is constantly swapping them out and he always seems to have a specific book in mind when he seeks a replacement. He’s a man of letters. (And cookies.) It’s his version of a security blanket. Ben used to carry multiple objects, sometimes trying to haul a stack of toys and books more than half his height. His first residential placement in Oconomowoc weaned him to his one-book-at-a-time regimen, which he might continue for the rest of his life. One thing I’ve written about before is what Ben calls “Juggling.” In a favorite video, a gorilla is carrying a stack of books when he slips and falls, tossing them into the air. Another character says, “Juggling!” We can be walking through a parking lot when I’ll hear something flutter down from above — a book Ben has flung. It’s why his bedroom’s ceiling lamp is busted. Same thing in a store or anywhere else, really, where the gentle flutter comes only after a loud “Bang!” on the ceiling and the happy cry of “Juggling!”