Recently it's been difficult--almost impossible--to get to this blog before 9:30 or 10 pm at night, when I'm usually exhausted and longing to curl up in bed with any sort of reading material for 15 minutes before drifting off to sleep. And I've certainly failed, recently, at taking my son to unexplored, quiet corners of the city for a leisurely stroll; this week, for instance, I seem to have about ten different errands and major chores to accomplish; on top of that, I've been taking the boy to more playgroups; thus we seem to have very little time for wandering.
As I wrote about previously, I don't see this blog as a place to fret about or celebrate new-motherhood, while discussing all the different problems and possible solutions involved with raising a baby. At least, I don't see that as its primary raison d'etre. And yet, baby problems often become the focus when I sit down, exhausted, at 9:30 or 10 at night. Because that's usually what's in the foreground of my thoughts.
I started this blog to explore the background, the less predictable side of my psyche. The city strolls have to do with that as well: I'm interested in the less predictable aspects of San Francisco, the non-touristy, non-yuppified, less orderly pockets of life that one can still find here and there. Hopefully, future blogs will reflect a return to this focus.
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