tuckova

on the weekend nobody felt exactly lively. Squire Tuck and i decorated for christmas
finally on sunday, but mostly i sat around in my jammies putting together a puzzle and reviewing my
appreciation of the underrated art of NOTH. whatcha doing? nothing.

on monday Squire Tuck stayed home because he was "sick" and because i’m a
parent who believes that if a kid really really doesn’t want to go to
school, their ability to learn is as hampered as if they were ill, so:
stay home. spare the teacher and yourself. by monday afternoon he had
upgraded to sick (without scare quotes) and by monday evening he was
screaming in pure frustration at Friar Tuck for correcting his pronunciation
of some word or another, and i tried to rub his back and he burst into
tears from the pain of being touched. ah, genuine sickness, i haven’t seen you in a while.

yesterday Squire Tuck felt the christmas spirit of giving and decided to share
his illness with me; by 5 p.m. i was weeping on the couch while we
passed the tissues back and forth and reminded each other to drink more
tea. we watched a bunch of PBS tapes ("in search of myths and heroes"),
which was just so supercool. we talked about shangri-la and how
although religious wars
strike me as ridiculous, it’s not like atheists are above it all: the
cultural revolution wreaked as much destruction as a holy war. we
talked about zeus getting out athena by splitting his skull open, and
whether or not a drill would be a good way to drain the sinuses. Squire Tuck
thinks not but it’s still an option on my table. i cannot go much
longer with the mouth breathing, three more days of this and i’ll be
unable to explain the difference between "it’s" and "its" and then how
will we buy bread.

Friar Tuck came home at about seven with a full bag of fruit and wine and
rum and vegetables. he made this giant vat of vegetable soup and played chess with Squire Tuck and poured
rum punches into me until everything, including the mouth breathing, was
very very funny, and very sleepy, and i went to bed. and slept! and
feel better today, although still unable to breath through my nose.

Squire Tuck’s already back in school.

last night i sat in a pile of tissues (one of my 2 disgusting habits)
and thought how lucky i am. lucky that i have a kid with whom i can
talk about cultural revolutions and splitting headaches. lucky
that i have a guy who knows so precisely how to take care of me that i
barely need to explain anything. it’s the difference between falling off the highwire and bouncing on a trampoline.