Under Construction | Please Pardon the mess

13917327543_2e1fd72193_b.jpgI've done some reconfiguring, rejiggering, and re-something else-ing to John Hattaway dot com. While this isn't done, I have pulled over all of the content from the previous iteration all the way back to 2004 and will be moving forward with creating access to older and more popular content as I continue to learn the software I'm now using. 


The Lawnmower

We're moving to a new place soon. It will have a yard. The yard will need to be mowed and, according to Erin, I will be mowing it. However, we needed a lawn mower and we don't have one. The options were to either buy a new or used lawn mower and trust we were getting something decent or find someone who was willing to donate something to our cause. 


The Yellow House

Yellow House

In May we will be moving from the apartment we've lived in for (going on) two years now.

We're pretty excited for the change and, at the same time, happy to be moving closer to Erin's parents and Cy's school (both this year and next).

The house will have an extra room for visitors, given we get any. As well as space for me to set up my desk to work and to have dedicated family and entertainment space. 

For those who are interested, here are some outside pictures. 




Autistic Mind: Lipoma Post Surgery

I don't like having my back touched. There was this one time when I was living in Utah with a friend, his girlfriend came over and was sitting next to me and started rubbing my back. I freaked out and jumped up and left. Messages aren't any better, though the shoulder's are typically fine. In short, I can't remember a time when Erin touched my back in terms of moving her hands over it, scratching it, or giving me a massage before a couple of months ago. The outcome was a question about a lump she felt and what it was.


Autistic Mind: An (re-)Introduction

autistic mind photo credit: ...-Wink-... via photopin cc

One Application After Another

vocational rehabilitationToday was spent applying for jobs. The other day I started looking for a specific kind of job and today, with a little extra time on my hands, I went through the process of applying and applying and applying. I've begun to understand the principle of discomfort.


Vocational Rehabilitation

I'm beginning to wonder if vocational rehabilitation is as good answer to my work-search woes.

One of the things that I've had to come to terms with is that, for me, finding work is hard. While I'm willing to do a lot of things (15 months at K-Mart, 4 months overnights at Walmart, and digging ditches) to make ends meet, the truth is getting an interview, let alone getting a job, is pretty hard.


The Walkabout

Cy and I went on a photo walkabout (he had his own camera) and this is the result. Check it out. 


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