some kid at the park told my kid that jesus died and then a lady put him in a big chocolate egg in a cave, then jesus turned into a ghost. other than that.. it was a normal day.
nice eggs.. we found a plastic jellybean shaped egg with a note in it.. "we're from 2010. write your year here. don't throw away or take.. eat it when it's full" weirdo little kids
Hehe..that's what I forgot about! My mom gave us a dozen painted hard boiled eggs with our names and cute little sayings on them.
was something special supposed to have happened? it was a day like other days. one which brought no unique dissipointment. neither having been freighted with expectation. only the genaral malease of an ongoing sense of more that might otherwise have been accomplished had i not been born human or at least on some planet more closesly resembling my natural home. which is not to say it was altogather dissappointing the point being it possessed nothing to be disappointed in. there was even a small perk in the evening when my wife departed for one of the meetings of her belief, leaving me free to enjoy the few hours thus afforded, of creative solitude. hours i must confess, not having taken the fullest possible advantage of, yet enjoying none the less. at least i think we're talking about the same day, i so little take note of them. it was the best of days it was the worst of days. haha! not hardly. it WAS another fine and wonderful day, just simply no more outstanding then others of them. nor of any particular note. there's even still a bit of chocklet ice cream in the fridge. and wifie did bring home some bakalava from feast. i haven't had any yet. my teath you know. falling out they are. though usualy not painful. i shall have some milk to wash them down with when i do. perhapse in these next few moments. i do wish and appreaciate happiness to all who find it in this or any other such days. or otherwise. =^^= .../\...
