Wednesday, November 02, 2011

11022011


somehow, those days with significant numbers (even if it's only a palindrome if you're american) seem like they should be especially significant, but today was just an ordinary day. the child wasn't feeling well, so we spent the morning making yarn pompons, drinking tea and playing with the baby bunnies. i did a bit of work, made some eggs and bacon (we suddenly have a lot of eggs) and then we went to see how the horse is doing. she's no longer lame, but sabin has two more weeks off from riding due to her broken finger. it got foggy on our way home. very foggy. and that was it. an ordinary day, despite the extra-ordinariness of the numbers of the date. but perhaps life is lived on the ordinary days.


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it's been awhile since i had a blog crush, but yesterday, i spent a long time reading quite a lot of posts on spilling ink.  and i had that feeling of finding a real kindred soul.  check it out, i hope you'll enjoy it too.

5 comments:

Bill said...

Living in a topsy turvy, hodge podge, pluralistic society, I really don't know what ordinary is, was or can be. Random I get.

Ink Spiller said...

Oh gosh, what can I say other than thank you? I spend quite a bit of time here because I felt like I have come across a kindred spirit too.

Thanks again!

Elizabeth said...

Good to know that I'm not the only one with a child that isn't feeling too well.
My day was filled with everyday randomness (thanks bill) and that is why I'm having a party for one right now.

Lost Star said...

Sounds like a nice day. Hope Sabin is feeling well again soon!

I just left a rather long comment on one of Ink Spiller's posts. Thank you for the link. I have some reading to do now! :D

Emom said...

sweet images....smiles.