2010/07/16 Amsterdam
My own work
Hospital
This afternoon I went to the hospital; it feels as if I have never done anything else in my life.
My mother asked me to read something to her from my own work, which came as a surprise to me because she is very critical of my work.
I read her three stories from my collection “Amuse-Bouche”.
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Does she have your oeuvre at home?
Who's her favorite author?
At last !
Is it a reaction to your physical presence and the cherries or more the result of an awareness of her own mortality?
Mieke
Perhaps she just likes to hear my voice.Arnon
I am certain that your mother is very proud of you. Whether she will admit this is another matter.God bless you, Arnon.
Where is this place in the background of todays picture Arnon? Looks awesome to me.
Yesterday morning my daddy was admitted to the neurology department of the hospital and in the evening my mum had (from what we can tell now) a small stroke. I guess my hospital days start now. I'll bring chocolate chip cookies for my dad since he can't go on his night time sugar munch trip to the kitchen.
Yesterday morning my daddy was admitted to the neurology department of the hospital and in the evening my mum had (from what we can tell now) a small stroke. I guess my hospital days start now. I'll bring chocolate chip cookies for my dad since he can't go on his night time sugar munch trip to the kitchen.
Hille
India.Best of luck.
Thank you Arnon. You too.
The more I look at the background in the picture the more I like it.
The more I look at the background in the picture the more I like it.
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