notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

New Year's Resolutions, 7 months later

This past New Year's, I did something I thought to be very wise. Instead of coming up with my usual list of self-promises and goals for the new year, I decided to scratch the list all together and pick only ONE resolution. I could easily handle ONE resolution, I reasoned, and thereby achieve a 100% success rate in the New Year (for comparison, I average a 23.4% success rate). Normally my efforts are spread over 8-10 resolutions, and consequently none of them get the attention they deserve. With only one challenge on my plate, there's no way I could fail. My single, carefully chosen resolution was simple, clearly defined, and easy to accomplish - and it would dramatically improve my life. It was, in fact, the perfect New Year's resolution.

All I had to do was floss my teeth.

I bought two cases of dental floss on January 1st, eager to start feeling like one of those self-motivated types who actually get things done. Well, last night I found them at the bottom of a bag on my floor, still in their original package.

What happened? Am I really such a miserable failure that I can't even handle one measly little resolution? I promptly tore open the package and began to floss immediately. In my haste to make up for months of negligence, I kept jabbing the string against my gums, causing them to bleed in three places. But I did it damnit. And guess what? I'm gonna do it again tonight.

Thank you for reading. I hope my story will inspire you to take a hard look at your own goals in life and realize that it's never too late for bloody gums.