A family of four leaves Brooklyn's Park Slope, fails to homestead successfully in an off-the-grid log cabin in Maine, and downgrades to faux-homesteading in an on-the-grid farmhouse in Maine.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
This morning I looked down and saw a tick meandering across the jeans Forest left lying on the bathroom floor. And so, we are back where we started. I put the tick in the toilet and the jeans in the hamper. Then, a few moments later, I felt a tickle on the bottom of my foot. I pulled off my sock and found exactly what I expected to, nothing. The creepy-crawlies of tick season feel more real than the actual ticks.