Saturday, June 28, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Un-clogging Writer's Block (with a backhoe)
I have not been able to write about Africa. I have sat staring at a blank screen countless times, coming up with half-sentences and then deleting them. I have a draft going about the tiny two-pound twins that have stolen my heart, but I can't seem to articulate the mountains of thoughts and emotions that could explain it all to you.
So I'll write about something else.
Today there is a backhoe in our driveway. Let me tell you--this is hands down the best kind of babysitter ever invented. When Henry was 2 or 3, we had a friend working on a rock wall outside our house in town. Henry literally sat at the window for over 4 hours that day, mesmerized by the power and brawn of that rusty orange machine.
Today it's Eva and Jude who are enchanted. They have been happily occupied all morning.
So I'll write about something else.
Today there is a backhoe in our driveway. Let me tell you--this is hands down the best kind of babysitter ever invented. When Henry was 2 or 3, we had a friend working on a rock wall outside our house in town. Henry literally sat at the window for over 4 hours that day, mesmerized by the power and brawn of that rusty orange machine.
Today it's Eva and Jude who are enchanted. They have been happily occupied all morning.
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