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October 5, 2009
Monday evening and I'm downing Good Earth Sweet and Spicy tea plus Airborne so I don't catch whatever my son has. At the doctor's office, Dr. C. laughs to see my son's increased height--"You're big--did they take your height? C'mon, let's do it!" and I follow to the scale, where the nurse adds a section to the ruler to find out that my almost-seventeen-year-old son is six foot five-and-a-half. "Keep growing!" Dr. C encourages, as we leave; "No!" I say. Later, while CVS is filling my son's prescription, I go to Dunkin Donuts for a free we-didn't-get-the-Olympics-but-we-tried medium decaf coffee.