tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post114295231345828617..comments2024-02-19T16:20:08.130-06:00Comments on almost literary: Monday AwayKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653535953278952618noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143668410912016082006-03-29T15:40:00.000-06:002006-03-29T15:40:00.000-06:00thanks for your comment at my blog-i'll mos def be...thanks for your comment at my blog-i'll mos def be coming back here.<BR/><BR/>there's got to be a way to turn ones passions into ones everyday life (are you attending grad school? i guess i'll hafta read more to find out). if only i had passion, singular-i'm trying to focus on one of my interests, but i still feel only half present. <BR/><BR/>and i have ants crawling out of my keyboard! ants belong in an outdoor cafe, just like me. sigh.Sabrinashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00644095037687036307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143215879991211932006-03-24T09:57:00.000-06:002006-03-24T09:57:00.000-06:00Hi K. It's CD. I liked this posting.Hi K. It's CD. I liked this posting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143083455715299142006-03-22T21:10:00.000-06:002006-03-22T21:10:00.000-06:00I used to pretend I was one of them during an unfo...I used to pretend I was one of them during an unfortunate unemployment spell...jenn from midlife modernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09149781315469755878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143035810093296042006-03-22T07:56:00.000-06:002006-03-22T07:56:00.000-06:00I'm not jealous. Mondays were meant to be lived fr...I'm not jealous. Mondays were meant to be lived from underneath my duvet.Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143033954377541672006-03-22T07:25:00.000-06:002006-03-22T07:25:00.000-06:00I know some of those people and many of them are j...I know some of those people and many of them are just looking for a place to go.LisaBinDaCityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06226075920766884318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143004969175573492006-03-21T23:22:00.000-06:002006-03-21T23:22:00.000-06:00good god, i'm drueling over your talent with words...good god, i'm drueling over your talent with words! this is good stuff.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10377814945121401007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1143004602684987502006-03-21T23:16:00.000-06:002006-03-21T23:16:00.000-06:00Enjoy it while it lasts!! These are days to be sa...Enjoy it while it lasts!! These are days to be savored.Pop Culture Casualtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416606535338340018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1142988537633863272006-03-21T18:48:00.000-06:002006-03-21T18:48:00.000-06:00This passage envokes many a feeling; you are an e...This passage envokes many a feeling; you are an extremely talented writer. I am excited about reading your blog; the flow of this past entry was just perfect. Perfect. <BR/><BR/>I remember seeing those people in the Starbucks in Washington Square a few weeks ago when I was off from work. Perhaps its my Puritan work ethic, or perhaps its my constant need for structure, but I don't know if I would fare well with such freedom. As much as the strawberry cheesecake for breakfast would be delectable, I think the fear of being so isolated day in and day out would depress me. Does that make any sense?ThursdayNexthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838415125991375824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1142987631531630762006-03-21T18:33:00.000-06:002006-03-21T18:33:00.000-06:00This post spoke to me completely. I have wondered...This post spoke to me completely. I have wondered these very same things, only not so articulately as you. I just keep saying "some day" that will be me.<BR/>Enjoying your blog!Lindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02623803238376584696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1142985137368073912006-03-21T17:52:00.000-06:002006-03-21T17:52:00.000-06:00This would be playing hooky for me. Someday, I'd l...This would be playing hooky for me. Someday, I'd like to do this full time. Your writing is still awesome.GeminiWisdomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13261851580583574204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1142975576536078042006-03-21T15:12:00.000-06:002006-03-21T15:12:00.000-06:00They must be writers. Ha Ha! I think the trick is ...They must be writers. Ha Ha! <BR/><BR/>I think the trick is to learn how to be present in the moments we DON'T consciously choose.<BR/><BR/>But seriously, your writing is wonderful!! I hope you don't mind if I link you...shellzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16960161061217499840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1142967457990420862006-03-21T12:57:00.000-06:002006-03-21T12:57:00.000-06:00I remember when I worked (for soooooo many years!)...I remember when I worked (for soooooo many years!) and the only daylight I saw was en route to work. I picked up lunch on the way, ate at my desk, and worked overtime each night trying to compensate for a vacancy I was forced to carry in the work unit I supervised. I arrived at the office between 9:30-10, and I left at 9-10 PM. Daylight was such a gift - and only on Saturdays or Sundays. I know the feeling. I used to envy the person I can be today. <BR/><BR/>Today I go outside to feel the breeze off and on all day, sit in the sun, gaze at my garden, listen to the birds, watch the squirrels, take drives to the lake to watch the ducks, and ocassionally meet a friend for lunch. I chat with friends on the phone, watch television, read, nap, write, spend countless hours on this computer. It is all the gift of working for many, many years...the price I paid to own my time.<BR/><BR/>Your ownership of time will come, too. Until then take as many days for YOU as you can. They are health-producing days...days which are so necessary to good living and happiness.Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02523247895437700129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566066.post-1142958523922091232006-03-21T10:28:00.000-06:002006-03-21T10:28:00.000-06:00I always wonder who those people are. So jealous ...I always wonder who those people are. So jealous of them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com