i’ve never been the one out on a saturday night. but i spent the last hours of it with my hands up three chickens, cleaning them for roasting later. (there is pride in that sentence.)
and even if i was scared silly (i was alone on the first floor —– scared enough that i would lure betchay,my warrior mini pin/poodle mix,with spam,) i realized that just maybe i can really learn to do this.
it’s a new year, and just maybe the newness will reach me.
on another note, please watch isabel allende’s talk on TED.com.