day 36 I boiled a pot of eggs for salad and rinsed them in cold water when it seemed like twelve minutes had passed. I didn’t bother to set the timer while they cooked and I nursed the little one in the other room. I relied on gut instinct and smell. It seemed impossible to be in two places at once anyway and the nerve-racking echo of the oven timer couldn’t be reckoned with. When he finished, we went back to the kitchen. He was hungry and refused the oatmeal I made earlier. I offered cheese, which he readily ate so made a cheese quesadilla for him. As the eggs cooled, I diced carrots and celery then the eggs and mixed them in an orange bowl with chunky sea salt, pepper, and mayonnaise. A scoop of salad went on top of rice cakes and onto a small plate. The little one sat in his chair stuffing quesadilla squares into his mouth. All done, yes. I cleaned him up and he sat in my lap while I ate. I held him in one arm and my plate in another. I half read half ate and I couldn't say how it happened exactly, but the plate slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor atop lunch. Uh oh, he said. On to snack. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.