Nothing ready to post. I am working on Sunday's post. But I can rattle this off quickly.
As you know, we took Little Jo to Luna Park. She and R were on the Ferris wheel. It paused while a couple of people got on and R and Little Jo were right in front of me. It moved up one carriage and stopped again. An Asian lad, maybe 12, maybe 14, stepped into the carriage on his own. He was overweight, but not not excessively. He wore thick glassed spectacles. He was of a plain appearance. I assume it was his grandparents at the base of the wheel waving to him. It was his wave that really attracted my attention. It was such a pathetic wave to his grandparents. There was no joy, no emotion, just the sad limp wristed wave. In the middle of what was a great day for us, I felt a sense of overwhelming sadness for the lad. He repeated the wave a couple of times, each with less emotion that the one before. His grandparents were smiling and waving at him. Meanwhile above him, R and Little Jo were frantically waving at me still and laughing.
He could have been 'on the spectrum', as they say. That is autistic, but R has worked with disabled people for most of his life and one of my blog mates has an autistic son, who I have met, and my slightly educated instinct tells me he wasn't.
The experience had a profound impact on me and even something like three weeks later, I am still remembering with such sadness what seemed to be just a lack of a good life for him in the future. I really hope I am totally wrong in my summations and guesswork.