11 Jul
I will probably get The Bad Mother ticket in the mail any day now for letting my 16-year-old son jump off this cliff into the water. His knees buckled on impact and jammed his face, breaking his nose. We took him to the ER. He’s fine now, but it shook us up. What if he had been knocked unconscious?
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The frozen socks have been a big hit with Red and Duffy. They chew on the knotted socks until the socks thaw, and then they play tug-of-war with them. This morning they ran in circles through the kitchen, living room, and dining room, and now they’ve gone to their separate corners to chew on fresh, [...]
My office looks out onto rat’s alley. Yes, I’m alluding to The Waste Land, but there really are rats down there. They must like the vat of discarded fast-food grease next to the parking deck. But there’s a view, with natural light. And the air conditioning works. A huge improvement on last year’s basement office.
I visited the Dalí exhibit again, this time with a poet friend who hosts the radio show melodically challenged on WRAS. Her program broadcasts on Sundays from 2:00-4:00 in the afternoon, and features poets reading their own works, along with music that enhances the show’s theme. One of the more recent playlists highlighted poems about [...]
The boys said he was six months old, but I’m not so sure. He chews on anything made of plastic, rubber, paper, or wood. One night he started chewing my toes under the blanket, not understanding the lumps were a part of me!
Emily Elizabeth Schulten read from her collection Rest in Black Haw (2009, Summerfield Press) for the Solar Anus Reading Series at Beep Beep Gallery in Atlanta. Many of the poems from her book, rich with imagery of domestic life and the natural world, point to her Kentucky roots. She also read a few pieces from [...]
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Oh my. That is one high cliff! Glad he is OK.
yipers, that looks scary! glad he is ok.
Oh, that must have been awful. I sympathize with your mother worry. No, you’re not bad. Stuff happens (and sixteen-year-olds can be very persuasive…at least mine always was). I’m so glad he’s okay!
Oh no, just after I commented that it sounds as if you’re having a good time. That’s awful, I’m so sorry.
Yikes, what a dreadful thing to happen. Hope he’s okay now.
He’s fine, except he needs to be careful not to bang his nose. He whacked himself in the face the other day while climbing and it started to bleed again. Argh!
You had to let him jump if it looked safe or at least survivable to you and you generally trust his impulses. Most kids (and people) won’t aspire to do something unless they have a feeling in their bones they can do it. I’d say you get the good mothering award. Too bad about the broken nose but he has a battle scar and a story to tell, and now he knows that from that height, water is a solid, and he has to slice into the surface. If he had been knocked unconscious it could have been serious, those New England quarry ponds can be very deep. Now you know. Have a spotter near.
I just read your most recent post. Good luck with the MFA program. Going back to school as an adult can be really hard but you seem to have a lot of support and inner resources. Too bad you have to break away from the collaborations with Jo. Great projects, by the way.