This is only our third Riot month and I feel like I’m slacking already.
I realized this when last week I volunteered to drive Amie and a preschool buddy to their field trip. This was legitimate, I think: the preschool needed volunteers. On the way back – just Amie and I – I decided to stop off at Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge, which was legit too, as it was on the way home. It was too cold and windy to go for a walk, and then the officer told me about this great Visitor Center at the Assabet River Reservation, only a couple of miles away. She gave us directions.
Only a couple of miles away – back up north, though, with our home to the south. And the directions turned out to be faulty. And there turned out not to be a Visitor Center. Just a kiosk.
After driving around in circles for many miles, almost getting the car stuck in a snowy lane, with a grumpy child in the back who needed to pee, and seeing the miles tick-tick-tick away on the dashboard, I was very upset.
But it was my own fault. After so many months I was on the road, you know, and I used to love road trips, and getting lost in the country, cruising by the farm houses and going bumpety-bump through dark woods. So I left our “legitimate” route for some pleasure driving…
I’ve been leaving the big computer on all day, letting it sit there, munching on electricity. The screen saver isn’t even on.
I’ve been leaving lights on in unoccupied rooms.
I’ve been wasting water with longer showers, and sometimes boil a full kettle, to forget and then have to bring it to a boil again.
Most of the hay box is finished, but I still haven’t brought myself to put it all together and to actually cook in it. This though I’ve made several soups and stews in the meantime.
We spent too much at Whole Foods on Saturday. Too many exotic luxuries.Y Yesterday I forgot to put an opened can of tomato puree in the fridge and had to throw it out.
To some of you that may sound uninteresting, but to me these mistakes hurt. I do recognize them as mistakes, and regret them. So why did I make them? Is it Riot fatigue? Is it winter?
Will the numbers at the end of the month jar me awake?