Spent this way: with Things 1 and 2; mostly, in bed; watching it precipitate or threaten to do so; reading book after book after book--I think somewhere around 50 in all. In celebration, one of my childhood faves:
"The Goops"
The Goops they lick their fingers.
The Goops they lick their knives.
They spill their broth on the tablecloth
And lead untidy lives.
The Goops they talk while eating,
And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop. Are you?
--Gillette Burgess
About Me
- Renaissance Girl
- United States
- I'm the mom of two fantastic Things, and an associate professor having anxiety attacks about the book I'm writing, tentatively entitled The Book Whose Incompletion Haunts My Dreams. Ergo, this blog...
2 comments:
I am afraid that, yes, I might be a Goop.
Oh my! I too loved the Goops as a kid. I had them in some weird children's lit anthology with another favorite counting poem and very strange drawings.
And lead untidy lives.
Indeed.
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