Home Alone

There is an unfamiliar voice emanating from our blog this week as I appear to be the only one left around here to do the writing. Maya is willing, but the opposable thumb dilemma persists.

Truth be told, Emily has left me. Personally I thought I could make things last at least a couple of years, but she's packed a bag and headed north. She claims that she is only going skiing in Colorado for a couple days with some of her friends, but time will tell.

After two of my five days alone, I'd say I am faring admirably. To give you a proper perspective on my current state, I will provide a few comparable movie images:

Cast Away--think scraggly beard, abandoned clothing, spear fishing, and talking to inanimate sporting equipment.

Home Alone--at first frightened and hesitant, then dancing wildly to Frank Sinatra tunes before being forced to defend the family home from bad guys using comical booby traps.

The Great Escape--think mainly of 'the cooler': a defeated, dashing Steve McQueen endlessly thumping his baseball against the wall as if to say, 'I will not let this break me.'

As you might have guessed, I've already long since passed my breaking point, else you would never have seen this post.

Graciously, Emily left me a frozen lasagna and some gift cards to various places around town, which I have bartered with the natives for beads, tobacco leaves, and maize. Unfortunately, she selfishly did not hand pack lunches for me to take to school as she usually does. In my rush today, I made it out the door with a cup of applesauce and a snack pack of pudding.

Have a great week everyone. If you don't hear from me in a while, you can assume I have been gruesomely dispatched by Emily upon her return to our now markedly untidy abode.

Kolby