They pulled apart the toy bins early this morning — race cars, motorcycles, blocks — spread out from the living room to the kitchen. L left for school, and the little one carried on. “Pen.” He dropped the stuffed monkey and walked over to the couch. He reached for the pen and notebook in my lap. I handed him the pen and found one of L’s notebooks. He drew on the bottom corners of one page after another, as if he were making a flipbook about wobbly lines, until he soon tired of it and went in search of a book. He slept while I photographed kitchen utensils. By evening, the coughing spells returned so after they ate their soup and sandwiches and left for basketball practice, I sat in bed, opened “Lila” by Marilynne Robinson, and read while drinking tea then vegetable broth in succession.
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.