After many months of resuscitating an old garden behind our house and up ending old fence posts to start building a playhouse, my husband and his trusty team of archaeologist trainees have uncovered some interesting finds. My daughter reported that "they are from the 1920s, I scanned them into the computer and it told me." Regardless of their origin or heritage, they sure start the kids wondering, how did they get there? who lived here before us? what did our neighbourhood look like back then?
Since 2020, I have written the following: -grandiose grocery lists (written on an empty stomach) that often end up getlting left behind at home -funding proposals -delicately worded emails -harried Whatsapp messages -a slew of facebook messages (that basically kept me alive) -a tinder profile or two... -utilitarian text messages -heart felt text messages -the very occasional love note (on paper) to a friend or a loved one The things I have not written since 2020: -a journal -a multi-page handwritten letter -a play -a sketch -a novel -more than 2-3 blog posts that I didn't even publish -a pros and cons list
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