Bilingual already. In this shot, believe it or not, he is spiking a fever, though his mother and I just thought it was the heat of the day. It went up to 102 degrees that night. And we were upset that he wouldn’t eat lasagna.
It was a hard afternoon for me, his visit, because with my neck still healing, still a bit rocky, I didn’t have the level of energy needed for this guy, whose idea of fun is clambering up and down the stairs fifteen times, even when he’s sick. I pray to stay healthy, so I can be the Glamma he deserves.
This week has been about teaching – Monday night one of the final home classes, and last night and this the second-last classes at U of T and Ryerson. And again, I say – how much I love my job. What a joy it is to watch writers bloom and to hear their courageous stories.
