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'Ere We Go Again
Ailz says there were people arguing under our window at four in the morning- as there usually are on New Year's Day. I'm afraid I slept right through it.
I woke earlier for the fireworks. I thought there were less of them than usual.
Years are much of a muchness. People die, others are born. Fashions change. Some years are warmer, some wetter. One manages the best one can...
I woke earlier for the fireworks. I thought there were less of them than usual.
Years are much of a muchness. People die, others are born. Fashions change. Some years are warmer, some wetter. One manages the best one can...
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The missus and I were asleep before 10:00, as usual. I vaguely remember being awakened by firecrackers, at some point, but that seems to be as festive as it got.
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As Philip Larkin wrote (and as the subtitle of my LJ repeats), 'Where can we live but days?'
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And how it's phrased as a question, as if with some small part of his being he were hoping to be told, "No, there's an alternative."