Scene: Living room in Sunnyside, mid-morning. Children enter and sit down. I shut the laptop and put it on the floor.
Me: I didn't get the Guggenheim.
Lucy: What were you applying for?
Me: (what follows is a heart-felt, if long-winded, description of my project that includes words like "finding the heart of suburbia", "shopping centers as the geographical and spiritual center of communities", and "using gift exchange as a way of transforming Walmart".
Finn: Well, I'm not going with you.
Lucy: If you are going to Walmart, would you get me that loft bed I wanted?
4 comments:
geezly hell but ain't that it in a short poem. I suggest you draw a bird. It is international draw a bird day. so...
well, unaswered is the question:
Is Lucy getting the loft bed she wanted?
(my daughter emily had a loft bed for years and years. if not a 4 poster canopy bed, then a loft. otherwise, a deprived childhood!)
kinda brings you back to wha's real wha?
LOL and I'm sorry you didn't get the Guggenheim. I'd have loved to see what you did with it.
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