I have no idea what a non-autistic 10-year-old’s pockets are filled with on laundry day; here is the treasure I found last night in AJ’s pockets:
- Two pairs of earbuds, only one of them his
- Gorgeous origami paper, the back of which contained directions for making a dove
- Five watch batteries (?)
- This incredibly detailed drawing he felt so casually about that he folded it up tightly, shoved it in his pocket, and forgot about it
I would bet you seven thousand dollars that if this were a photo of the contents of someone else’s kid’s pockets I’d roll my eyes, yawn, and wonder about how much time other people seem to have.
I went to work for the first time in forever today. I lasted three and a half hours, and my eyeballs are throbbing and my skull hates me. I forgot to eat lunch. It turns out being queasy constantly makes you forget to eat lunch, a lot.
I have yoga tonight and I’m thinking of going, maybe. The yoga web sites assure me that yoga is great for post-concussion symptoms.
Other things yoga is great for:
- Everything
- that
- could
- possibly
- ail
- you.
Hmmm. That seems unbiased and dependable. I’m going!
Haddayr Copley-Woods 
If it were 10-year-old me whose pockets were being emptied, the tightly-folded drawings would be the prized ones. For safe keeping, you know. Switch out the watch batteries with pennies. To correct for anachronism, replace the earbuds with a film canister with pretty rocks or a Caesar cypher in it.
Please let there be a “what was in your pockets when you were 10” meme now.
That drawing is AMAZING!
How was yoga?
I was actually too dizzy to go, but thank you for admiring Arie’s work. I am bound and determined to go tomorrow night, even if I’m in child’s pose the whole time.