There were several quiet highlights early in the day: eating chocolate while sitting in the warm sun, listening to Vivaldi while lying on the carpet letting my mind paint pictures.
But several hours into the day frustration set in as I slammed into a set of shelves when attempting to enter the "bathroom" (aka. linen closet). Challenges ranged into the kitchen as well and some highlights were identifying items in the refrigerator, making tea (while parents are hovering and telling me not to hurt myself), and chopping an apple (very slowly).
My mother an I went to a 60 min walk to the library and back, which I returned from completely exhausted and overwhelmed. After the first 2 blocks of the walk my mother noted " I feel like I am pulling you" and I replied "there is a good reason for that"...every time a shadow passed over me my muscles contracted, I was clutching my mother's arm and I had the persistent feeling that I was about to get walloped in the head. However, with practice I was able to relax and get walking pretty quickly. Unfortunately, the movement on and off curbs was a work in progress: early up-steps aren't a problem, but late up-steps result in slammed toes. Here is a picture I took of the two of us on the walk.
There were many points during the day where I said to myself: "Screw this! I really need to see now," but I stayed in the dark and struggled through the frustration. I realize how much I am motivated and stabilized by constant visual input: I was mentally exhausted half-way through the day and disoriented by not noticing the movement of the sun or seeing clocks.
Later in the evening I took requests for items to be made of clay.
BONUS: Cactus in the SF arboretum.
My sister shoveling a scoop of dirt over some of my grandfather's ashes in our back yard. My grandfather Jim passed away almost one year ago.
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