Write! with Peter Hering

…of carrying a kid weighing 20kg through small-town Germany. At least it’s not Sudan. And never mind the 20kg of groceries and the 20kg bag containing my laptop and my books that I’ve been schlepping around for weeks. Supposedly, it’s good exercise. Still, I wonder why my blood pressure is through the fucking roof.

A leap of faith is still a leap. Keep the faith.

But I’m not counting. Got up at 6 am. I never get up that early, but my son starts school at 8 am. And summer vacation is over. Took a taxi to school. It wasn’t raining. Took my other son to kindergarten, a good mile from the school. I carried him the whole way. He weighs 20 kg (=44 lbs.). It started raining and kept on raining the whole fuckin’ way. We were both soaked, but happy. Well, at least he was because he didn’t have to walk.

Keep the faith, even when God pisses on your head.

Alright, I need a bike now.

Why am I doing this? Wait, let me think. But first I’ll count. So, if my math is correct, which it rarely is, then it should be 289 more days of walking from here to nowhere in particular; running errands and doing life’s daily chores without a car. No, I’m not complaining. So let me get back to thinking; where will this leave me 289 days from now? Probably at the side of the road, too scared to drive. I’ll need to go back to driving school. Oh, the anguish. Now that’s the downside of single-handedly trying to save the planet.

Keep the faith.

46 days down, 319 to go…

At least I’ve learned more about myself in the last 46 days. And the additional, previously unplanned excerise is doing wonders for me, too. Even if they are only little wonders at best.