These are the pronouncements on going to a concert this evening:  Bard Music once again.  We did go.  And G enjoyed the music immensely.  How could he not they performed selections from Rachmaninoff's All Night Vigil,  one of his favorite pieces of music, and Stravinsky's Vespers.  

But the day itself was an exercise in waiting, and patience. 

G has had increasingly difficulty with the concept of passing time, and also with reading a clock.  For a while I kept a calendar on the wall, and it did help, but only briefly.  I quickly learned that posting what was ahead was a recipe for disaster.  Better that the future remain unknown.

First of all, G has increasing trouble reading a calendar.  He also has increasing difficulty reading a clock and telling time.  If he knows something is coming up he frets and frets and worries about being late.  Since he can't really tell time well, he is always on edge, ready to go, and has trouble understanding that he has to wait.

So was the story of today.  G was always ready to go. He would pack and unpack.  He would want to go to the car.  He couldn't occupy himself with anything else because he was afraid of missing he concert.  The countdown began in the morning.  The concert was at 8 PM and G pretty much exhausted himself preparing to go over and over and over, and trying to rush me into going as well.  I find the whole thing rather sad.  But then, of course, it is only the tip of the iceberg.