Awakened by a giggling toddler growling into my neck. Taking my little boy to buy Krispy Kreme doughnuts, and then bagels so we can all carbo load. Watching the big boy zip by with our neighbor, Miles. Connor runs off to play with Liam; Meet two different neighboring families while working in the garden. Jim cleans out the back yard. I plant shrubs and flowers. Sun is good. I’m more brown. Grilled steaks, salad days, and load up the family to go to Russells for ice cream. Gabriel splurts out the chocolate malted, sucks on the mint chocolate chip cone like it was a breast and goes “mmmm”. I sit here wondering what to write that is meaningful or deep, and have nothing better to say than this is what today was, and all that is left to do is go to sleep and hope tomorrow can be this simple.
fivecats, firstname.lastname@example.org, http://www.livejournal.com/users/fivecats, 2004-05-16 20:41:17 – “I sit here wondering what to write that is meaningful or deep, and have nothing better to say than this is what today was, and all that is left to do is go to sleep and hope tomorrow can be this simple.” But, is there really anything more that needs to be said? (I mean, other than whether the Krispee Kremes were HOT or not. If not, then why bother…) …
Francois Lachance, email@example.com, http://www.chass.utoronto.ca/~lachance/jardin/html/invertTEIblog.htm, 2004-05-16 20:41:17,- Its fun to read about an outing mixing generations and an every sort of day filled with neighbourly interaction. I think it is as important to relish the enjoyment that living brings in its crazy, jumbled succession of delightful scenes. Smiles abound. Similar mirth animated the “honeymoon” entry that yesterday was paired in my quotidien reading of Weez blog with “So when did that happen?” entry. There is a giftedness for the non sequitor that connects. And so too in todays reading the June 15, 2003 entry in its episodic narrative structure complements well the March 22, 2003 entry “naming the parts” which visually explores the Surrealitst game of the equiste corpse. http://weez.oyzon.com/archives/000844.html There Mike L. muses upon the possible antonyms for “corpse”. And to take up the game of opposites further, might one not term a “dull corpse” as the antonym of “equiste corpse”. And likewise offer as a phrase synonymous with “an every sort of day” the phrase “a unique sort of day” — each day andits stories being special.