Snow and football and I don't know
It’s not a terrible day to be stuck inside and watch the rain or snow. Perhaps we will get some things done that we have found plenty of reasons to put off for too long, like writing this note. And I’m glad we have had more snow this winter than last. The snow permits us to pretend that the climate isn’t really changing even though it is.
Here’s an admission. I don’t follow football. In fairness to Esther and Larry, they might. I don’t. I don’t like watching people get hurt or hurt each other. One good thing about the pandemic is that there’s no need to attend a Super Bowl party out of some sense of politeness or to pretend to enjoy eating wings. That said, it should be a treat to watch Amanda Gorman. How wonderful that America has woken up to poetry.
Perhaps America will also wake up to the equitable distribution of the vaccine as long as the supply chain remains limited.
Other than watching Amanda, I’ll be reading this evening. The two books I’ll be finishing are Nathan Englander’s, kaddish.com. (With luck no link will open bringing you to an actual company with that name believe it or not) and Cheryl Boyce Taylor’s heartbreaking mixed-genre collection about her son’s life and death, Mama Phife Represents.
Will you be watching the Super Bowl, or did you watch it, if you’re not reading the same day this posts? If not , what will you be doing? What did you do? Tell us, please And, we are still open for submissions for the next print issue of ALTE. The theme is “the house I live in.” Send them to email@example.com. Even is we can’t print everything, we still love to read or to look at everything.