Living on $2 a Day @ UMW - Sunday, April 08, 2007
The Thoughts that Linger
1. Hesitations: Throughout the week, but especially in the beginning, I found myself hesitating and giving thought to a number of actions that previously would not have warranted either. For example, I would have simply discarded the butt end of the carrot (it is really tough), the core of the apple, and the last drink of unwanted water. The apple core and carrot would have found themselves in the compost bin. That last bit of water would have found itself in the nearest plant. Instead, I considered my alternatives. They were all consumed. Another hesitation occurred during the Monday lunch I had at home with my son. I cut my first apple in half – saving the other half for tomorrow. Dillon pointed at the apple, his way of requesting a bite. I gave him a slice; but, I hesitated. He pointed again. I hesitated even longer and gave him another slice.
2. The Emotional Discomfort of Poverty: The emotions that attended my participation in this project were so sharp at that check-out lane in Kroger’s; yet, those emotions were never felt again. The remaining stages of the project were conducted within the confines of my community – the university community. I was not asked to interact directly with others who did not know (1) about the project or (2) that I was a professor. That was crucial. Even when we were dumpster diving for bagels and gathering cardboard, I found myself thinking that it would have been obvious to on-lookers that this is university-related. Regardless of whether I smelled, looked disheveled, or was wandering aimlessly around campus (which I found myself doing on occasion), I still received respect. That respect may not have been forthcoming if was smelly, disheveled and wandering aimlessly in Central Park. The discomforts that attend poverty, it would seem, are not simply physical – there are emotional discomforts as well.
3. “Don’t cry over spilt milk”: This may be an attitude that only the wealthy can afford. After spending hours boiling water, waiting for it to cool, and then transferring it to other containers, I can honestly say that when some of it spilled (which it did) it was not a care-free event. I could not afford to be as laid-back as this attitude suggests I should be. Indeed, the next time that someone suggests this to me or another I intend to inform them about the abundant wealth of our society that permits them this luxury of life. Another conclusion I arrived at by week’s end is that my wealth makes it easier to be a patient parent. On two occasions, I ate dinner with my son. Dillon loves rice. Beans and rice composed my main source of sustenance at dinner. Necessarily, he desired to partake in my dinner. After some hesitation (see above), we shared my dinner. And, like any other kid under two, he decided to play with his food. To be more specific, he proceeded to smash the beans and throw the rice we shared on the ground. I patiently said “Dillon do not play with your food”, but I can honestly say that there was an undertone of anger. I was not sure if the beans and rice I bought would get me through the week. This uncertainty was the source of the anger. I just was not sure. If I was poor, would my patience have given way? Being a patient parent…how much of it is due to your wealth?
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Thirteen Hours of Sleep and a Shower
Living on $2 a Day @ UMW - Friday, April 6 2007
Thirteen Hours of Sleep and a Shower
I got up at 9 am on Friday. I have not slept that long since college, which was a rare occurrence then as well. I took care of Dillon from then onto 1 pm, got back to campus around 2, fielded another interview, and watched the clock until it hit 4 pm – the end of the project. I immediately walked - briskly - to the field house to take a shower – informing a number of people along the way what my intentions were. I am not sure what the best part was: the hot water, the shave or putting on clean clothes. It may have been the clothes. Putting on clean, crisp, clothes that actually have a shape and are not greasy and smelly was very nice (Catherine informed on Thursday that my office was starting to stink). I met some students for pizza at 5:30 pm and stepped back into my regular life. I did not eat a lot. I had a small salad, some Dr. Pepper and a couple of slices of pizza. I was not sure whether my system was ready for a much larger indulgence.
Thirteen Hours of Sleep and a Shower
I got up at 9 am on Friday. I have not slept that long since college, which was a rare occurrence then as well. I took care of Dillon from then onto 1 pm, got back to campus around 2, fielded another interview, and watched the clock until it hit 4 pm – the end of the project. I immediately walked - briskly - to the field house to take a shower – informing a number of people along the way what my intentions were. I am not sure what the best part was: the hot water, the shave or putting on clean clothes. It may have been the clothes. Putting on clean, crisp, clothes that actually have a shape and are not greasy and smelly was very nice (Catherine informed on Thursday that my office was starting to stink). I met some students for pizza at 5:30 pm and stepped back into my regular life. I did not eat a lot. I had a small salad, some Dr. Pepper and a couple of slices of pizza. I was not sure whether my system was ready for a much larger indulgence.
The Challenge to remain Coherent
Living on $2 a Day @ UMW - Thursday, April 5 2007
The Challenge to remain Coherent
The temperature fell quickly Wednesday night so the shanty-towners and I congregated in Monroe Hall. We spent a couple of hours exchanging food and stories before heading back outside around 11:30 pm. It was a long night. I was situated at the open end of the lean-to. This made sense. I get up earlier. And, given that I was the professor, I was tasked with the responsibility of protecting the students. Specifically, positioned at the open end of the lean-to, if the campus flasher were to appear I would take the full brunt – well, given the temperature outside maybe “full” is not the best descriptive term – of the attack. Thursday morning could not come quickly enough. On a number of occasions I rolled out to check the time on Chandler Hall’s clock. When it hit 5:30 am I went to my office to grade exams and returned back out around 6:45 to meet a reporter for B101.5. My 8 am class went well – maybe the adrenalin carry-over from the interview? However, on my way back to the office before heading to my 9:30 am class, I felt my un-caffeinated brain start to get heavy and sluggish. YET, bathing in a golden light at the front of my office door was a tall latte from Hyperion! And, those who reside in Fredericksburg know that Hyperion makes some of the best espresso out there. I do not say that casually nor am I uninformed about the art of espresso. Thank you Liz! I was giddy. Before that first sip I was ready to cancel class. I got to class and shared it with the shanty-towners. Before this project, I would have never shared coffee – let alone any drink - with my students. Now, after the past few nights, I could honestly say that we had bonded. I shared it without a second thought. I had been lucky to come upon a source of wealth. A source of wealth that I knew most of us desired. It was the right thing to do. They were part of my extended family.
The latte got me through the first half-hour of class. The lack of sleep, however, overwhelmed the caffeine and my performance suffered in the rest of that class and all day long. It was a challenge simply to remain coherent. We broke down the shanty-town around 4:30 pm (Thanks Christine, Isaac and Tom). The Multi-cultural fair had jurisdiction over Ball Circle from then on. Indeed, I kept thinking how grateful I was that we were not allowed to sleep out one more night. It allowed me to save-face. I do not know whether I would have been willing to sleep out another night. Before returning to Richmond, some students (Christine, Dan and Katy) invited me to attend a Seder at the Christian Community Center. Before dinner was served, time was set aside for any and all participants to voice a joy and a concern. A number of individuals took advantage of this opportunity. It reminded me of my days at Earlham College – a Quaker college. It was a peaceful and reflective time. Thank you guys! I got home in time to tuck my son into bed. The sun went down around 7:45 -8 and the lights had to go out – so, I just went to bed as well…in a bed.
The Challenge to remain Coherent
The temperature fell quickly Wednesday night so the shanty-towners and I congregated in Monroe Hall. We spent a couple of hours exchanging food and stories before heading back outside around 11:30 pm. It was a long night. I was situated at the open end of the lean-to. This made sense. I get up earlier. And, given that I was the professor, I was tasked with the responsibility of protecting the students. Specifically, positioned at the open end of the lean-to, if the campus flasher were to appear I would take the full brunt – well, given the temperature outside maybe “full” is not the best descriptive term – of the attack. Thursday morning could not come quickly enough. On a number of occasions I rolled out to check the time on Chandler Hall’s clock. When it hit 5:30 am I went to my office to grade exams and returned back out around 6:45 to meet a reporter for B101.5. My 8 am class went well – maybe the adrenalin carry-over from the interview? However, on my way back to the office before heading to my 9:30 am class, I felt my un-caffeinated brain start to get heavy and sluggish. YET, bathing in a golden light at the front of my office door was a tall latte from Hyperion! And, those who reside in Fredericksburg know that Hyperion makes some of the best espresso out there. I do not say that casually nor am I uninformed about the art of espresso. Thank you Liz! I was giddy. Before that first sip I was ready to cancel class. I got to class and shared it with the shanty-towners. Before this project, I would have never shared coffee – let alone any drink - with my students. Now, after the past few nights, I could honestly say that we had bonded. I shared it without a second thought. I had been lucky to come upon a source of wealth. A source of wealth that I knew most of us desired. It was the right thing to do. They were part of my extended family.
The latte got me through the first half-hour of class. The lack of sleep, however, overwhelmed the caffeine and my performance suffered in the rest of that class and all day long. It was a challenge simply to remain coherent. We broke down the shanty-town around 4:30 pm (Thanks Christine, Isaac and Tom). The Multi-cultural fair had jurisdiction over Ball Circle from then on. Indeed, I kept thinking how grateful I was that we were not allowed to sleep out one more night. It allowed me to save-face. I do not know whether I would have been willing to sleep out another night. Before returning to Richmond, some students (Christine, Dan and Katy) invited me to attend a Seder at the Christian Community Center. Before dinner was served, time was set aside for any and all participants to voice a joy and a concern. A number of individuals took advantage of this opportunity. It reminded me of my days at Earlham College – a Quaker college. It was a peaceful and reflective time. Thank you guys! I got home in time to tuck my son into bed. The sun went down around 7:45 -8 and the lights had to go out – so, I just went to bed as well…in a bed.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Media Day
Living on $2 a Day @ UMW - Wednesday April 4, 2007
Media Day.
Wednesday was media day. The Free-Lance Star was in the office on and off all morning. Fredericksburg.com took video of me and a number of students regarding our experiences. B101.5, a local radio station, was scheduling a time to wake us up Thursday morning and the university’s magazine also took an interview. I mention all of this because it was the adrenalin rushes that attended the demands of this attention that sustained me through the day.
The moments between these adrenalin rushes were filled with the concerns of how to handle to weather. The temperature was predicted to fall to 31 degrees. A lot of brainstorming went into how best to confront the weather. We decided to scavenge more cardboard from behind Giant. It would provide more insulation from the earth and be used to build walls. Old newspapers were gathered, which we could have used to stuff in our sleeping bags. Stakes and binding materials were scavenged from the numerous construction sites on campus. Using these resources we fastened the tarp to the ground and attached the cardboard to the chain link fence around Ball circle. Late afternoon I returned to Richmond to take care of Dillon for a couple hours. For two and half days I had been living a life very different from the one I left and the one my wife and son were living in Richmond. It reminded me that this project is not that bad because I will be returning back here at the end of the week. This was very comforting. Indeed, it minimized the anxiety that I had regarding the coming night out in the cold.
I got back to campus around eight and the hard-core shanty-towners started to gather: Isaac, Katy, Katy, Sierra, Nicole, Alex, and of course Joe. *CATHERINE* and Tessa brought left-over food from a meeting they attended. Indeed, food was coming from all kinds of sources across campus. Students were walking by and giving us money to donate to KIVA and asking if there is anything that they could bring to help out. The night before one of my students (Dan Kauffman) led me to a source of vital fluids – a crate with three Lipton Brisk Ice Teas. Recounting these events brings to my mind three thoughts:
1. The wealth of our community. Even though we were living on $2 dollars a day, the community in which this project was being conducted was full of wealth and resources. Its members were wealthy and their wealth made it easier for them to be generous to us. If we needed cardboard there was cardboard to be found. This goes for any resource that we desired – stakes, string, newspaper, old bagels, but especially fresh fruit, cheese, and meat. There are so many events this time of year on campus and so much food discarded that we really did not live on two dollars a day. In an impoverished society these resources would either not have been there for the taking or as common resource would have been exhausted quickly. In turn, more effort would have had to be expended on our part to find them.
2. On those occasions that a food or coffee source was found, my attitude was “mine, mine”. When I came upon a plate of cold-cuts left behind by an anthropology gathering (there must not be a lot of meat eaters in the anthropology department), I immediately asked if I could have them. The same went for the Brisk, cookies, and fruit (which *CATHERINE* brought to us. That fruit was incredible.).
3. Those animals we call pets were our competitors. Tuesday morning a Golden Retriever stole one of our bagels from the dumpster. And, when I found that cold-cut platter, Sadie (the Geography department’s mascot) kept staring at me through the window along the side of my office door. No longer cute and cuddly but a source of competition.
Media Day.
Wednesday was media day. The Free-Lance Star was in the office on and off all morning. Fredericksburg.com took video of me and a number of students regarding our experiences. B101.5, a local radio station, was scheduling a time to wake us up Thursday morning and the university’s magazine also took an interview. I mention all of this because it was the adrenalin rushes that attended the demands of this attention that sustained me through the day.
The moments between these adrenalin rushes were filled with the concerns of how to handle to weather. The temperature was predicted to fall to 31 degrees. A lot of brainstorming went into how best to confront the weather. We decided to scavenge more cardboard from behind Giant. It would provide more insulation from the earth and be used to build walls. Old newspapers were gathered, which we could have used to stuff in our sleeping bags. Stakes and binding materials were scavenged from the numerous construction sites on campus. Using these resources we fastened the tarp to the ground and attached the cardboard to the chain link fence around Ball circle. Late afternoon I returned to Richmond to take care of Dillon for a couple hours. For two and half days I had been living a life very different from the one I left and the one my wife and son were living in Richmond. It reminded me that this project is not that bad because I will be returning back here at the end of the week. This was very comforting. Indeed, it minimized the anxiety that I had regarding the coming night out in the cold.
I got back to campus around eight and the hard-core shanty-towners started to gather: Isaac, Katy, Katy, Sierra, Nicole, Alex, and of course Joe. *CATHERINE* and Tessa brought left-over food from a meeting they attended. Indeed, food was coming from all kinds of sources across campus. Students were walking by and giving us money to donate to KIVA and asking if there is anything that they could bring to help out. The night before one of my students (Dan Kauffman) led me to a source of vital fluids – a crate with three Lipton Brisk Ice Teas. Recounting these events brings to my mind three thoughts:
1. The wealth of our community. Even though we were living on $2 dollars a day, the community in which this project was being conducted was full of wealth and resources. Its members were wealthy and their wealth made it easier for them to be generous to us. If we needed cardboard there was cardboard to be found. This goes for any resource that we desired – stakes, string, newspaper, old bagels, but especially fresh fruit, cheese, and meat. There are so many events this time of year on campus and so much food discarded that we really did not live on two dollars a day. In an impoverished society these resources would either not have been there for the taking or as common resource would have been exhausted quickly. In turn, more effort would have had to be expended on our part to find them.
2. On those occasions that a food or coffee source was found, my attitude was “mine, mine”. When I came upon a plate of cold-cuts left behind by an anthropology gathering (there must not be a lot of meat eaters in the anthropology department), I immediately asked if I could have them. The same went for the Brisk, cookies, and fruit (which *CATHERINE* brought to us. That fruit was incredible.).
3. Those animals we call pets were our competitors. Tuesday morning a Golden Retriever stole one of our bagels from the dumpster. And, when I found that cold-cut platter, Sadie (the Geography department’s mascot) kept staring at me through the window along the side of my office door. No longer cute and cuddly but a source of competition.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Caffeine Withdrawals and Thunder
Living on $2 a Day @ UMW - Wednesday April 4, 2007 (7 am)
Caffeine Withdrawals and Thunder
Yesterday was a very difficult day in the classroom. One hour and fifteen minute classes at 8 am, 9:30 am, 12:30 pm, and 3:45 pm make for a long day. My performance was definitely affected by the project. It was not simply the lack of sleep. Ever since Dillon was born, I have had to go into the classroom with as little as two hours of sleep. It was the lack of caffeine. I experienced physical discomfort due to the withdrawals but more surprising was that I found it difficult to maintain a train of thought. I would be in the middle of answering a question and then have to stop and ask my students “what was your question again?” Or, I would be in the middle of a line of reasoning and ask “what was I saying?” Luckily, I was discussing the Coase theorem in my principles courses, which is one of my favorite topics (Seagram’s and Hank!). Before my Economic Development class, I asked the History Department if I could have a cup of their department coffee. I got a yes and about 15 minutes into class I got somewhat back into form. I must have because it was one of the best class discussion days we have had. Simply a great day of class discussion! The rest of the day I was obsessed with uncovering another caffeine source. I am happy to say that I was successful. Indeed, the coffee I am drinking right now is the coffee I secured from a source yesterday at 2:30 pm. Old, unheated, and still good.
After office hours at 6 pm, my students (Isaac and Alex) and I walked over to Einstein bagels and picked up today’s breakfast (out of the dumpster) and collected cardboard from behind Giant. Back at the shanty-town we considered the alternative ways to protect everyone from the weather. The weather forecast was calling for isolated thunder storms. They laid the cardboard on the grass and used the tarp and the decorative chain-like fence around Ball circle to build a lean to. The Free-Lance Star reporter came by around 8 pm and stayed until 10 pm talking to students (He is going to shadow a few of them throughout the day today.). Overall, last night went very well. We had a number of visitors come by (Tim, Erin, Dan, Farhat, Bethany, Eric, and Leslie), there were only a few cracks of thunder, and the rain was not heavy. And, I got some sleep.
Caffeine Withdrawals and Thunder
Yesterday was a very difficult day in the classroom. One hour and fifteen minute classes at 8 am, 9:30 am, 12:30 pm, and 3:45 pm make for a long day. My performance was definitely affected by the project. It was not simply the lack of sleep. Ever since Dillon was born, I have had to go into the classroom with as little as two hours of sleep. It was the lack of caffeine. I experienced physical discomfort due to the withdrawals but more surprising was that I found it difficult to maintain a train of thought. I would be in the middle of answering a question and then have to stop and ask my students “what was your question again?” Or, I would be in the middle of a line of reasoning and ask “what was I saying?” Luckily, I was discussing the Coase theorem in my principles courses, which is one of my favorite topics (Seagram’s and Hank!). Before my Economic Development class, I asked the History Department if I could have a cup of their department coffee. I got a yes and about 15 minutes into class I got somewhat back into form. I must have because it was one of the best class discussion days we have had. Simply a great day of class discussion! The rest of the day I was obsessed with uncovering another caffeine source. I am happy to say that I was successful. Indeed, the coffee I am drinking right now is the coffee I secured from a source yesterday at 2:30 pm. Old, unheated, and still good.
After office hours at 6 pm, my students (Isaac and Alex) and I walked over to Einstein bagels and picked up today’s breakfast (out of the dumpster) and collected cardboard from behind Giant. Back at the shanty-town we considered the alternative ways to protect everyone from the weather. The weather forecast was calling for isolated thunder storms. They laid the cardboard on the grass and used the tarp and the decorative chain-like fence around Ball circle to build a lean to. The Free-Lance Star reporter came by around 8 pm and stayed until 10 pm talking to students (He is going to shadow a few of them throughout the day today.). Overall, last night went very well. We had a number of visitors come by (Tim, Erin, Dan, Farhat, Bethany, Eric, and Leslie), there were only a few cracks of thunder, and the rain was not heavy. And, I got some sleep.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Living on $2 a Day @ UMW - Tuesday April 3, 2007 (5:15 am)
Night One in the Shanty-town
Last night was long and sleepless. There were at least eight of us who chose to reside in the mock shanty-town, which consisted of one giant tarp and some sleeping bags. I am not really sure that we approximated the conditions we wanted to; however, one of my students (Isaac) did use cardboard boxes. Usually on sleepless nights, like last night, all it takes is some coffee to get me going. So, all night all I could think about is where I was going to get my caffeine. On my way to the office at 4:45 am (my usual wake-up time), I found it on the third floor of Monroe Hall. For weeks now, someone (none of my colleagues actually knows who) has been setting up a bazaar on the tables out in the hall. These items are always free and always unusual: a framed bag of Virginia peanuts (which for some reason I liked and have in my office), a painting of a soccer player (which for some reason one of my students – Catherine – like and has in the Economics office), playing cards, and this morning coffee grounds!
The bag of “Café D Poy” coffee grounds is marked at $35.00. Wow, it must have been good at some time. How do I do this I wondered? I got some paper towels from the bathroom to make a filter, threw in some grounds, and poured my water - that was boiled yesterday and is now room temperature – through the filter…not so good. But, it will have to do.
Night One in the Shanty-town
Last night was long and sleepless. There were at least eight of us who chose to reside in the mock shanty-town, which consisted of one giant tarp and some sleeping bags. I am not really sure that we approximated the conditions we wanted to; however, one of my students (Isaac) did use cardboard boxes. Usually on sleepless nights, like last night, all it takes is some coffee to get me going. So, all night all I could think about is where I was going to get my caffeine. On my way to the office at 4:45 am (my usual wake-up time), I found it on the third floor of Monroe Hall. For weeks now, someone (none of my colleagues actually knows who) has been setting up a bazaar on the tables out in the hall. These items are always free and always unusual: a framed bag of Virginia peanuts (which for some reason I liked and have in my office), a painting of a soccer player (which for some reason one of my students – Catherine – like and has in the Economics office), playing cards, and this morning coffee grounds!
The bag of “Café D Poy” coffee grounds is marked at $35.00. Wow, it must have been good at some time. How do I do this I wondered? I got some paper towels from the bathroom to make a filter, threw in some grounds, and poured my water - that was boiled yesterday and is now room temperature – through the filter…not so good. But, it will have to do.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Living on $2 a Day @ UMW
Dillon and I just got back from Starbucks! He got up at 6:15 am and I am drinking (and will be finishing) this tall dark coffee before seven. The added benefit of Dillon getting up early was that I got to brush my teeth. I still have yet to resolve the toothpaste issue. The suggestions offered (baking soda and salt) are all resources that I would need to purchase out of my $10 or my remaining $1.67.
Back to the Starbucks...withDillon's first cry I ran in and grabbed him (I usually give him at least 5 minutes, not today). Into the CRV he and June my dog went. I forgot his pacifier! The entire drive he is calling out "bupper, bupper, bupper." I kept replying "hold on boy daddy needs his fix". Into the Starbucks we ran. This is not just any regular Starbucks. This is where the sourthern gentlemen of Richmond's west-side hang out in the pastels and bow-ties, extol the virtues of southern culture and sports, and dash off in their volvo wagons to the local law firms. Whereas here I am with my son who is still in his X-mas pajamas (remember, I had him all weekend by myself) with an unchanged diaper (the opportunity cost of changing it were simply too high this morning). And, here I am now fininshing this up while finishing up my coffee. It will be consumed before 7. And, it was worth it!
Dillon and I just got back from Starbucks! He got up at 6:15 am and I am drinking (and will be finishing) this tall dark coffee before seven. The added benefit of Dillon getting up early was that I got to brush my teeth. I still have yet to resolve the toothpaste issue. The suggestions offered (baking soda and salt) are all resources that I would need to purchase out of my $10 or my remaining $1.67.
Back to the Starbucks...withDillon's first cry I ran in and grabbed him (I usually give him at least 5 minutes, not today). Into the CRV he and June my dog went. I forgot his pacifier! The entire drive he is calling out "bupper, bupper, bupper." I kept replying "hold on boy daddy needs his fix". Into the Starbucks we ran. This is not just any regular Starbucks. This is where the sourthern gentlemen of Richmond's west-side hang out in the pastels and bow-ties, extol the virtues of southern culture and sports, and dash off in their volvo wagons to the local law firms. Whereas here I am with my son who is still in his X-mas pajamas (remember, I had him all weekend by myself) with an unchanged diaper (the opportunity cost of changing it were simply too high this morning). And, here I am now fininshing this up while finishing up my coffee. It will be consumed before 7. And, it was worth it!
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Appreciating the little things
Living on Two Dollars Per Day @ UMW
It is only the night before the project and it already has me appreciating quite a few things that I have taken for granted in my daily routine. All day long I have been thinking the last espresso based drink, the last bit of ice, the last use of the car (except for work), the last dinner not of beans, and the last Q-tip (Actually, I did not even get to enjoy that since Kyra – my wife - took last few on her trip to St. Louis this weekend.). Indeed, I have had Dillon all weekend long by myself (a first time flying solo with this parenthood stuff). And, all weekend long, Dillon has been getting up early – 6:30 am on Saturday and 6:15 this morning. It has been a long weekend. I have him all the way through noon tomorrow. Yet, all I can think about is please get up early again tomorrow so that we can get to Starbucks before 7 am (when the project begins). I hope he gets up early tomorrow.
It is only the night before the project and it already has me appreciating quite a few things that I have taken for granted in my daily routine. All day long I have been thinking the last espresso based drink, the last bit of ice, the last use of the car (except for work), the last dinner not of beans, and the last Q-tip (Actually, I did not even get to enjoy that since Kyra – my wife - took last few on her trip to St. Louis this weekend.). Indeed, I have had Dillon all weekend long by myself (a first time flying solo with this parenthood stuff). And, all weekend long, Dillon has been getting up early – 6:30 am on Saturday and 6:15 this morning. It has been a long weekend. I have him all the way through noon tomorrow. Yet, all I can think about is please get up early again tomorrow so that we can get to Starbucks before 7 am (when the project begins). I hope he gets up early tomorrow.
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