Every Fall I feel a little displaced as I help other people get ready for school. In the back of my mind, I try to remember what classes I'm taking; I worry about my school supplies. This year, after I tuck everyone else into their classrooms, I am off to my first pottery class. I have been meaning to get to this class for 25 years. The long anxious dream is over. Tonight Great Big Sea and I are working on a linen apron worthy of a river driver and a potter.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Night Sewing
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Poor Elio and I don't get to go back to school. At least he can pretend by carrying Bruno's lunchbox around. Maybe I'll pretend I'm Miss Honey and teach him his alphabet this year.
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