summer anyone?
Wednesday, April 20, 2005 at 10:43PM It seemed too perfect today to do anything but relax, so that's just about all I did. Douglas had a playdate, and his good friend Niko came over w/his mom and we just hung out. Aside from Niko crawling under the fence in back into the yard of the mechanics' shop, and refusing to come back (the mom's being too large to crawl under the same small fence, and Douglas not likely to be much help in getting him back) we had a great time! Sun, sand(box), quesadillas, chatter, and then off home for respective naps before heading over to Niko's house for the first cookout of the year, drinks and 'dogs and sausages and grilled corn, and very tired and happy kids. I'm sticking my filthy feet (first day totally barefoot!!) out the window as I type and letting them get a bit cleaner in the rain that's finally hit. Ahhhh, summer :)
Reader Comments (11)
(Unless, of course, he grows up to be openly gay) Douglas may well grow to bridle at "playdate." Gayer words have never been coined.
Tough to have a hangup about a word that's already been embraced by the rest of the world ... words do change meaning as you well know.
I guess I don't know what "the rest of the world" was doing. Call me old-fashioned. I've never heard anyone but you use "date" to mean "appointment" with no romantic undertones. Perhaps with time I'll hear someone else use it that way too.
Call me urbanized maybe? Just went to Websters to see what they call it ... the relevant defs are:
6.An appointment: a luncheon date with a client; a date with destiny.
7a.An engagement to go out socially with another person, often out of romantic interest.
7b. One's companion on such an outing.
Urban.
Playdate is an amazingly common word and could only be bristled at by someone insecure of their own identity. 3 year olds are, by their very nature, secure in who they are. Douglas especially so.
As long as we're dating ourselves by strict adherence to archaic vernacular, I'd like to point out that 'romantic', the proposed pigeon-hole of 'date', conotates adventure, intrigue, and heroic exploits of a fanciful nature which may or may not include the moon-eyed madness of love. In light of this definition, a 'date' with the Mother In Law is surely romantic, and a 'playdate' of two boys, hacking imaginary monsters apart and venturing into forbidden territory, holds more romance than Paris in the the Spring. Consider that 'Bethany' means 'house of figs' and dates are quite at ease in her entimological territory. Bethany, I love your blogging figure. The curves of words from your fingerlips, to the lilting footprints of tone. Then, I did marry you. Go Fig.
Michael
desertbon,
Please continue to talk about me, rather than to me. I really dislike talking to you. This is not because I am right or you are wrong, I just do.
Anonymous -
when I responded to your post - I had no clue who you were. It was only tonight, when I was on the phone with Bethany and I asked her who made the comment that I discovered it was you.
I agree. I dislike talking with you as well. Unfortunately, I have to admit -- I don't talk about you. I've no reason to - you are not a part of my life, and I'm not trying to be mean or anything -- but.. you don't cross my mind. So, since I don't think about you -- I definitely do not talk about you. Sorry to bust your disillusions of being worth the energy of my discussions.
Now, carry on and realize I don't really care
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Bon
I just meant "like you were doing on this blog." You wrote about me more than to me, which pleased me.
We are agreed. Thank you.
Gotta point this out because it's too fucking priceless.
I saw some freaky (I assumed woman) throwing a hissy fit about the etiology of the word "date" and I responded to her.
Talking "about you" not to you, as you say.
Then you talk TO ME and tell me not to talk to you.
What a geek.
*shakes head and goes to remove the gum off her shoe*