But with a few twists.
I mean, starting out with coffee is fairly standard.
Piles of laundry waiting to be folded. That's pretty much a given, too. Most of us do that.
But sitting down to read a ministry newsletter... in Braille. Not everyone does that.
(Usually I read with two hands. I just had the camera in one.)
The kids were playing with a tactile map produced for blind kids. I think they assume every family has cool toys like this.
And in an absurdly typical burst of low-vision absent-mindedness, I set my phone down to help Bean with something, and immediately lost it. With gritted teeth, I searched all over the house, retracing all the places I could think of with no luck. I was reminded again how useless my vision often is.
(Yes, I know everyone does this. But Hubby can find something with a visual sweep in about 30 seconds. Meanwhile, I'm wandering around peering at different parts of the table top or performing a search pattern on the floor that would make Military Intelligence proud.)
At last, I found it on the arm of the chair.
Once I found it, I used it to play some music, because it's time to go start shoveling out the schoolroom.
A friend and I went shopping all morning on Saturday. I was grateful for both the ride and the company. We both bought school supplies. Which means I have to find new homes for all the new stuff.
In general, it sounds like a pretty standard Monday morning, doesn't it?
I figure that it doesn't matter whether I do things visually or non-visually, as long as they get done. At the training center, the teachers talked about efficiency. Use whatever works best. For me, that includes thinking non-visually a lot, since vision is unreliable and often painful. Over the years, I've learned to git 'er done in all sorts of non-visual ways.
For me, it works fine.