Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Our little girl’s sick right now, and it’s a real drag, this chest cold which just does not want to vacate the premises after 2 weeks of constantly mutating residence. I like to perch her on my knee while she claps in glee and sing her songs of the day (soon, soon, my love) when she won’t cough anymore and breath will be unencumbered by ghostly goblins of goobrish anti-glee, and she looks at me with this joyous visage that only she can muster, with those 7 months of wisdom and those 14 some odd days of brave perseverance against an unknown and heretofore unmeasured enemy, the common or not so common upper respiratory infection, and it’s infectious, she lives, she loves, she knows nothing but mother and father and her surroundings and appreciating everything for what it is and it really makes you stop and think vat zee frick is it all about all you individuals in tv land, and then you know, it’s about this moment, this guidance, this spirit in this little body and her future past present and magical mysterious essence, folks of others in all timelines and dimensions you catch my drift.