Sick Day
I can't say I was entirely disgusted when man child #1 threw up all over the place just as I was putting on my makeup. Because now he's home from school and so am I. We're in the couch watching Harry Potter--with a four year old this takes only an hour, because I have to skip through a lot of it. I've got Jane Hirschfield's new book in my lap, and my left and over his little feverish heart.
posted by Alison Pelegrin @ 8:05 AM
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3 Comments:
Hey cher,
I'll be in N.O. this weekend. We barely squeezed in a trip. Backchannel and I'll give you my cell #.
Robin
Sorry he's sick. Sounds like a good day nonetheless.
I like your site.
Word,
Jim Kober
Sorry the boy is sick- but I treasure the memory of those days (not the throwing up part- the part that doesn't involve my clunky 22 year old man-child)
BTW- not having written anything new I read a bunch of your poems out of Digerati at the open mike we hold bi-monthly here in Richmond- they were very well-recieved. (Particularly Li-Po at the Crawfish Boil- but I'm from La Porte, Texas so I probably gave it a little boost in the intro- the others are great also)
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