Expectations, Day Four- James

Christy asked me last night what my expectations for the summer were. While I think that's a valuable question to work through (and one I'll answer sooner or later), it's not really how I think about things. For better or worse, I tend to think in the moment, about what's directly in front of me (I was also supposed to write this post on day one of work. It's now around day four. Punctuality isn't a strong suit either). But while my expectations may be nebulous, I can say with more certainty what it is I'm excited about this summer.

For one, I'm excited to have access to a fridge, a freezer, a pantry, a back yard, and occasionally a front porch full of fresh, local food to cook and a group of people to cook and eat with. For two, it makes me happy to be doing work that's very hands on. I'm an English major, and I got a little burnt out on the intellectual side of things after I wrote a 17 page paper on Moby-Dick and the unconscious mind. Somewhat more abstractly, I like knowing the community around me, and working with food and farmers seems to me to get at the roots of a community like nothing else.

Someday, I'll actually think about expectations. But for now, I'm just glad it's summer.

Peace, Love, and Yellow Squash,
James