Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
The world seems awfully quiet today...well if you aren't Dick Cheney. He had a big boom in his ears.
The blogosphere seems to be unnaturally quiet as if celebrating a day of silence for some secret observance no one cared share with me.
My daughter is not sharing your silent meditation however. Nope. She's running through the house enjoying the echo of the new floors and half-empty rooms. For her there's no stress, no bills, no cynicism. Her laughter and excitement is free of the jaded sides of her parental units.
It seems a perfect night to sit and wash my soul down by the river with a helping of Neil Young (maybe that's what you all are doing?)
The blogosphere seems to be unnaturally quiet as if celebrating a day of silence for some secret observance no one cared share with me.
My daughter is not sharing your silent meditation however. Nope. She's running through the house enjoying the echo of the new floors and half-empty rooms. For her there's no stress, no bills, no cynicism. Her laughter and excitement is free of the jaded sides of her parental units.
It seems a perfect night to sit and wash my soul down by the river with a helping of Neil Young (maybe that's what you all are doing?)
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2 Comments:
Nah, it's not nowhere. I could use a little Harvest Moon, myself.
Tonight was date night chez zilla. That's why I haven't been here. It started off pretty good, in spite of Mr Z still suffering Montezuma's wrathful revenge. It didn't end so good, which is why I am now *here* on the couch with my buddy the laptop.
But I'm not going to go into "not so good" publicly. That would be bad. Very, very bad.
Let me just say that sometimes I might rely a little heavily on my family in blogsville because my family at home ... never mind.
What day is this?
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