a year of us | day 66

A year of us | day 66

 

day 66

And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home. He fell asleep on the ride home. I listened to Tom Waits then Jonathan Richman (Springtime in New York) in the driveway, and wondered why songwriting felt so far out of reach.

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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.

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a year of us | day 65

A year of us | day 65

day 65

A sliver of pink cut through brown, this was our view of sunset from up the hill. Neither of us thought much of the sleepy logging town when we first passed through. So it seemed, a town to connect you to the next, you could pick up a coffee or sandwich on your way farther east. The place and its folks had a way of warming up to you, cautious and steady, and over the years they began to say — How you been? He must be so much older now. . . and such.

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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.

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a year of us | day 64

A year of us | day 64

day 64

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.

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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.

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a year of us | day 63

A year of us | day 63

day 63

The boys raced to the playground where they busied themselves in the architecture of snow. The little one slept in the backseat of the car, the train book splayed open in his lap. I waited for them to return, drank cough syrup straight from the bottle, and wrote story notes on the back of an envelope, hoping my wheezing coughs wouldn’t wake him. Back home, they opened the package delivered on the back steps, an indoor tent from R (and the gang, Thanks, you’re the best). We set up camp in the living room before dinner. I forgot to roast marshmallows afterwards, next time.

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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.

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a year of us | day 62

A year of us | day 62

day 62

He hauled the tree outside, whooshed whooshed pine needles with a broom, drove L to school and back. Snow day. Plows circled the neighborhood uphill, down, side, and around. The heave and clatter of metal in snow. I ate carrot ginger soup and crackers in bed. Being sick had its perks.

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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.

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a year of us | day 61

A year of us | day 61

day 61

“I need more pink and yellow in my life.” “Like the music, the bands and songs . . . pink, yellow?” “No, the colors. In the kitchen. What do you think about a taffy pink vintage cupboard with some yellow fiestaware . . . like this one here.” I showed him a photo from a design site. “Not so much.” Wait, there’s a band called yellow?

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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.

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a year of us | day 60

A year of us | day 60

day 60

Light stretched across the crumpled sheets. I stayed in bed sick most of the day. L went to a friend’s house and C rode in the car with D. There would be football later, he said. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The radio drifted in and out. “I’m going to love you till the heavens start to rain.” Another cough drop and two short stories read, I got up, made tea, went back to bed. Found this fortune on the nightstand, “In the end all things will be known.” Or unknown.

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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.

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a year of us | day 59

A year of us | day 59

day 59

Morning snow, afternoon sun. I watched the ice patterns etch their way into the windowpane day after day. Yesterday, star clusters, today plumed feathers. More news about Paris, possibly two hostage situations. “Today, when you take a pen to paper in Paris, you can get killed.” Elsewhere too, though our shock lies in the west. The boys carried on, one with markers, the other with dishes, unaware.

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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.

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a year of us | day 58

A year of us | day 58

day 58

The call came last night: there would be a two-hour school delay in the morning. I made oatmeal and listened to him recount the latest Lego building plan. We bundled up to drive to school. Snow glittered in sun. “Are we late,” he asked again. “No,” I said and kissed him goodbye before we were in view of the front door. Back home, the little one walked around with the phone, chatting with Siri about who knows what. Then he found my writing notebook, daily planner, and a pen and got to work.

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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.

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a year of us | day 57

A year of us | day 57

day 57

Bam. First thing. Paris shootings. We couldn’t mend it. I shut the radio off and wrapped L’s neck in an orange scarf. Five degrees outside. The little one was late to nap. I thought he might skip it all together. Even then, he slept an hour, maybe. I outlined a chapter and wrote a few lines. Not much to check off. Egg in a nest and milk for lunch. I cleaned him off and he went off to work in his kitchen, showing me pots of soup and tea (my nearest interpretation) in the works. I made two test batches of pasta from scratch, one plain and one with kale, no spinach in the house so it would have to do. Despite the cold and overall state of the world, the light outside shone soft against the tree, like a cradled bird egg, robin blue tucked behind the sun.

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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.

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