Oatmeal of Ages Past

February 2005 has ended, and so ends the 022005 anthology. My last entry yesterday was a bit of a cheat: a video I took of myself eating oatmeal in Baltimore over two years ago.

In November 2002, I was at rock bottom: two months into school, dealing with lost love, living in an old house on limited finances while I struggled with my M.A. and a part-time job in Washington. Life was fairly bleak. Yet, as I sat there eating oatmeal while the cat bothered me, I kept faith: God is good, things would get better. And they did. I keep the original oatmeal video in my hard disk, just to remind me.

(No relation to Michael Barrish’s Oatmeal, which is much more disturbing.)