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