When you’re an introvert, it can be very tempting to hole up in the house with a cat and a book, safe from the complexities of human interaction. I am well equipped with both cats and books. I could be happy with that life, and I know that’s the life my cats lobby for.
That said, I live in the most culturally diverse neighborhood of an eccentric city and there’s an awful lot I would miss out on if I chose to stay home. So, I have decided to go in the opposite social direction. I work in a public library, own a dog, have a baby called Monster Hands, and a husband with impressive facial hair we’ll refer to as Papa Bird. I take a lot of long walks, with them and alone. I stop to listen to buskers, say hello to strangers, compliment neighbors, talk to squirrels, and sing marching songs on the way to the grocery store with the baby. In a word, I choose to engage.
All of this engagement leads to adventures, and I love a good story. Sadly, I as soon as I tell a story once, it starts to fade from my memory. Heaven help me if I am asked to repeat it. That’s where this blog comes in. It’s my attempt to capture those adventures so I can remember them longer and more reliably, perhaps see how one experience leads to another, and keep my mother in the loop. I can’t promise to be entertaining to anyone else, but I welcome you to read along.
— The Prophetic Chicken