About The About

I have a very hard time responding to the question: "Who am I?" Saturday evening, I sat down with a pen and paper to re-write my "About" page. You'd think it would be easy for me to write about myself. I mean, I'm ME, right? This should be a cinch! I sat there for a solid hour. I wrote down a bunch of stuff and in the end I had a page full of... junk. Just a bunch of boring facts that say very little about me.

I scrapped the whole thing.

I want my "About" page to be a clear picture of me. I want it to say: THIS is Michele! THIS is who I am! BAM! Take that! Ya baby!

Know what I mean?

Problem is, I'm always changing. The Earth turns beneath my feet and I turn with it. I'm looking at my hands as I type this and I notice the skin has changed since the last time I examined them. My hands look older. The skin seems thinner, more fragile. I'm different than I was. And I know these changes are natural and inescapable. But they mean that an "About" page cannot possibly capture the essence of a living, breathing, changing creature. An "About" page will never be more than a few momentary glimpses in the life of a person.

What would you suggest a girl blogger do about it, I wonder?

♥M

Our Resident Robin

This year we are sharing our back yard with a mama robin and her nest of eggs. I've never experienced living side by side with a robin before. I think it's pretty darn special. It's mostly a matter of mutual ignoring from what I can see. She ignores us fervently; we do our very best to ignore her back.

I had no idea she even existed until Lo pointed her out to me a few weeks ago. I don't know how I missed her. Her nest is built quite precariously on our trellis a foot away from the patio table. It is about 6 feet off the ground, too high for anyone to easily see inside. Lo took it upon himself to take a little "egg inventory" the other day with the step ladder and binoculars. It turns out there are two very blue eggs in there. From all accounts, she has the patience of a saint. She sits on her eggs many hours every day leaving only to get a lickety-split meal of worms from the garden before getting back to work. It's pretty cute how still and focussed she seems to be while sitting there.

I'm getting a little worried though. The incubation period seems to be lasting quite a while. It's supposed to range from between 9 to 15 days for robins. I think it's stretched beyond that... All we can do is wait I guess... And hope.

In the meantime I drew up two robin outlines, and The Boy and I sat quietly colouring them in.

It's a good way to keep busy while patiently waiting for little ones to hatch... Come on birdies, you can do it!

♥M