Day 1: A pretty good example of why I am here
Today we overslept… Elliot missed the bus. And we were late getting to school, too. I had such plans, this being the first official day of the project (my year-long blog, etc.), but was too fuzzy all day to get much done. (There’s more to that story, which I’ll save for later.) At one point, I went to the store, only to find that I didn’t have my wallet. Later, right around when dinner should have been happening, I decided it was time to begin a major overhaul of our wildly overgrown garden. At one point, I was trying to pull a tree-like weed out of the ground with my bare hands after hacking away at its roots with a small (kid’s?) shovel (wasn’t there a saw or hatchet, even a regular-sized shovel, around here, once?), as my family scavenged for food.
There was more to Day 1, more of the same (and little more writing than what you see here), making it a pretty good example of why I am here. But I have to give myself a bit of credit. Here I am. I promised myself — and my partner in this adventure (more on her later, too) — that I would start the blog today. And so I have.