{"id":3576,"date":"2017-01-09T23:21:46","date_gmt":"2017-01-10T03:21:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=3576"},"modified":"2017-03-23T17:44:25","modified_gmt":"2017-03-23T21:44:25","slug":"digging","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=3576","title":{"rendered":"Just Keep Digging"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I was a child, I decided to dig a tunnel to China. Tales of the endeavor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s high failure rates had reached my ears, but I reasoned this was due to a lack of tenacity and perhaps to digging too close to the earth\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot center.\u00c2\u00a0 So if I just kept digging, I reasoned, and if I curved my tunnel once it started to get warm, I felt I could find success where others had not. I chose a spot in our backyard, by the edge of the garden, and started digging.<\/span><\/p>\n

I laugh to think of it now, but what almost makes me laugh harder is that, to my recollection, I never thought about what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d do once I broke the surface of Chinese soil and emerged, a small, dirt-covered, English-speaking girl. I must have imagined the moment of victory, and wondered where exactly in China I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d surface (the center of Beijing, a rice paddy in the country, etc.), but most of my memories are of the digging itself. <\/span><\/p>\n

I could take you back, I think, and show you the very spot where I started my dig in that suburban backyard, and I could tell you where and how I sat while I dug, and how I worried about inadvertently dissecting worms one afternoon after a rain, and how my friend from across the street (the one I would later share my \u00e2\u20ac\u0153the lunch ladies have been taken over by aliens<\/a>\u00e2\u20ac\u009d theory with in a genuine effort to save her mother, a lunch lady) sat near me while I worked, giving me a look I now recognize as apprehension. What drove me to start was the idea of creating a passageway to China, but what quickly engrossed me instead was the dig itself. The initial goal lost its importance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"IMG_0108\"<\/a>I think of this, sometimes, when I watch my kids out digging on the beach. Often, they have an end goal, such as creating a small pool, or a section of a castle, or a part of an obstacle course. <\/span><\/p>\n

\"IMG_0110\"<\/a>But sometimes, when I ask, there doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to be much of a reason other than that they just feel like heaving some sand around. And while it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t always happen this way, sometimes they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll spend the better part of an afternoon, absorbed in the digging itself. <\/span><\/p>\n

\"IMG_0119\"<\/a>It was a bit chilly today for doing much digging on the beach, at least for my tastes. Instead, I sat inside this afternoon, wrapped in a blanket (LCB thinks I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m being dramatic). I sipped my coffee and watched the palm trees moving in the wind, noting how the sunlight shimmered off the leaves as they shook. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d sat down intending to start writing a fantasy story I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d promised my kids, but I never actually started. I should have at least salvaged a small measure of productivity by taking pictures of the palms for the blog. But instead, I tree-watched, a pursuit even less constructive than digging to China. <\/span><\/p>\n

\"IMG_0135\"<\/a>It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s funny, though, how those moments of digging and sand-heaving and tree-watching, inconsequential at the time, are often the ones we remember most. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When I was a child, I decided to dig a tunnel to China. Tales of the endeavor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s high failure rates had reached my ears, but I reasoned this was due to a lack of tenacity and perhaps to digging too close to the earth\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot center.\u00c2\u00a0 So if I just kept digging, I reasoned, and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,4],"tags":[2147,80,831,105,100,2148],"class_list":["post-3576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-islandlife","category-island-parenting","tag-beach-digging","tag-beach-life","tag-coastal-life","tag-island-life","tag-island-living","tag-moments-of-pause"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3576","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3576"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3576\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}