UPBEAT TIMES, INC., INC • January 2016 • 7 Daddy, I Don’t Feel Well by Gabriel A. Fraire ~
gafraire@comcast.net
Healdsburg, CA. ~ I was facing one of those days. You know, every second is planned and scheduled. The only way to make it through the day is by being well or- ganized and deter- mined. And I was ready. The night before I even did all my usual morning things, like iron my clothes and gather my papers, so in the morning I could just rise, shower and shove off.
When 6:30 a.m. rolled around I was up and moving. But
my direction was quickly de- toured. My oldest daughter was sick. She had a high fever, life as planned, changed. My initial reaction was an-
ger. Not at my daughter, just at life in general. Everything was planned there was no room for a child to get sick. It’s 6:30 a.m. and my wife and I are sitting on the bed with our appointment books open try- ing to decide who has the least
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What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers. ~Logan Pearsall Smith UPBEAT TIMES, INC. • January 2016 • 7
amount of outside world obliga- tions that day. After comparing appointment books I won, or lost de- pending on per- spective, and was the one to stay home with the sick child, for the fi rst shift. As soon as my an- ger sub- sided I was over- whelmed with guilt.
How could I have been so selfi sh as to worry about my job when my daughter was in bed sick, with a high fever, and in obvi- ous pain?
When my daughter’s tempera- ture went past 103, I began to
really worry. What if she is truly sick, or fatally sick? The hectic day took on a different perspec- tive. As crazy and hectic as mod- ern life with kids can be it would be unbearable without them. I went from anger to guilt to confusion to love. And then when my wife came home I went to work.
These columns are excerpts from the book Daddy I Need to Go Potty by Gabriel A. Fraire. Fraire has been a writer more than 40 years and is the current Literary Laureate of Healdsburg. He can be reached through his
website:
gabrielfraire.com
This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefi eld, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnifi cent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with tor- rents of black water, just as a battle with powder.
Honore de Balzac, “The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee” JOKES & Humor # 3
A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store, but couldn’t
fi nd one big enough for her family. She asked a stock boy, “Do these turkeys get any bigger?” The stock boy replied, “No ma’am, they are no longer alive”. ~
Just before Thanksgiving, the holding pen was abuzz as Mother Turkey scolded her younger birds. “You turkeys are always into mischief,” she gobbled. “If your grandfather could see the things you do, he’d turn over in his gravy.”
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