He mostly wanted to play the keyboard during the songs, versus dance to them. Coordinating the experience of listening to music, feeling the rhythm, and getting his body to walk and move in time around the room took an extreme amount of effort. I've never quite understood what these moments must be like for him at school when all the other kids are dancing. Complicating his physical experience, for certain, is the fact that he is able to process individual notes of music at exact pitch. He will occasionally tell me, offhand, of the particular notes that make up some random sound we're listening to. Max has tested this numerous times and he's usually right.
Max is restless tonight, and also has a terrible stye in his right eye. What an awful time to have a stye. His eye doctor is not seeing patients right now due to the virus, though we hope to get a telemedicine appointment soon.
This sounds whiny, when I know we shouldn't go anywhere at all, ever, now, but every place Atticus and I go to is closed by the next day. The little park behind the library. The Arboretum. Today we just stayed home. I don't think I will try to "get out" again for a long time. It's crushingly disappointing to have each small solace taken away. Best to pretend there are no outlets except for the house, the garage and the neighborhood.
I've been doing a lot of Zoom meetings lately for work, and to keep in touch with people. Seeing faces in neat little boxes is getting to be a normal experience. Which is kind of good, because it makes it easier to travel through those little windows remember that people still exist.
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