Dancing as fast as I can

           So, when we last left our intrepid feisty adventurers, Penelope, having gone for a walk, was lying unconscious at the edge of a field.  Well, sort of.  If Penelope is the name of our computer. And, if "unconscious" means the main hard drive of said computer died.  We only have 37 hard drives in the darn thing. (Fine, five hard drives, but that's still a ridiculous number...)  And, of course it had to be the one that held our operating system.  And, naturally, the only other one big enough has all our music which we would have had to give up to use. We have hundreds , if not a few thousand, of songs.  Soooo either we had to give up the computer that has our music while we ordered a new hard drive or just tank our entire music collection.  Feisty Pants was not amused.  Or willing to give up music for the week it took to get everything up and running again. Or willing to not complain nonstop about our horrible new version of abusing her with boredom.

          Not that I blamed her. When you cannot count on your body to cooperate  or vision to work at any given moment, something constant like her hearing becomes incredibly important.  We all respond to music, but Feisty Pants seems to have an incredible connection with song.  The science behind it is pretty solid and amazing too.  There are astounding links between music education and math scores.  Between music and memory. Between music and brain development.  (You can look it up, we will wait here...)   In fact, we do a type of therapy called The Listening  Program. Designed by a neurologist, it consists of classical music with subtle  undertones designed specifically to provide deep brain stimulation.  It has made a big difference for her.  We really can tell if we miss a day or two.  Walking and moving around provides a LOT of brain stimulation.  So does stereoscopic vision.  When those two things are absent from your life, you really crave brain stimulation.  Like, all the time.  ALL.THE.TIME.   A few days without enough stim and Feisty Pants is grumpy and moody.  A couple more days on top of that and sleep is elusive.  Which means its now elusive for us parents, too.  And we get so much to begin with.

          But, we are back, and up and running again. The music is playing again so FP has stopped bitching nonstop. And I can finally stop wracking my brains to keep entertaining her.  I have finally (almost) caught up on my emails. Maybe now that the music's playing again, I won't have to dance so damn fast.