Just Write {96}

August 5, 2013

Give me air conditioning and a cold drink and the goose bumps start. Miles asked me what they’re for, these goosey bumps, and I can’t think of the answer, even though I know I’ve learned this somewhere along the way. Little tiny bumps all over our skin, raising the little hairs. How strange. My kids so often remind me what’s strange. Life, our bodies, our sayings. Goose bumps.

I don’t know, honey. That’s a good question. I can’t remember, I’ll have to look it up. I say this while feeling all drained out. Just tired, but being here with them is where I am and there are many questions like this one and things to do. I want to be nowhere else, but I’m all drained out.

It can be over 100 degrees outside and I still get them, by the way. The goose bumps.

So I bring a sweatshirt to coffee shops and the grocery store, wherever I know I’ll be cold. I put a layer between me and the potential for goose bumps. Haven’t you heard they make the hair on your legs grow faster? Who needs that when you take your kids swimming pretty much every day?

Miles had asked about the goose bumps on the same day he started to feel very sick, feverish, sore throat and very tired, a cough coming on. He went to bed at 7pm all on his own and was snoozing in moments. I kept checking on him and at one point he was sweating, wet spots even on the bed and yet there they were, the goose bumps. Sneaky little results of a high temp. There to tell me to do something for my boy, I guess.

If they could talk they’d say he has a fever or bring your sweatshirt.

Now he’s getting better, so it’s me and my laptop at a coffee shop, sweatshirt on, gusts of hot wind coming in whenever a customer enters. Whoosh. Heat wave. Back to chilly. Whoosh.

A woman outside just stopped at a table and emptied her ice water into a dish for a dog, stopping their walk. She left just a sip for herself and some ice cubes. Whoosh.

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