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I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air, they fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die.


And what would a two year old’s party be without bubbles? No this is not a philosophical question (although I’d love to see Arthur Schopenhauer’s response), but an accompanying witticism to the above photo. Here you can see the little Aussie battler – decked out in what is at the moment my favourite shirt of his – checking out the bubbles from the extraordinarily large bubble machine that his mother hired for the occasion.

Actually, I reckon that Schopenhauer and his cat would probably echo the thoughts of [the collective] Jaan Kenbrovin, referenced in the lyrics that I’ve borrowed for the title for this one. By crikey it is bleak for a jaunty little waltz and terrace anthem.

Lest I dissolve into a requiem for our collective hopes and dreams, which eventually must culminate in a standpoint that rests on the advocacy of a position that assumes that the negation of an individual’s ultimate desires is an expression of his/her true freedom (and ain’t that a can of worms!), I will just say that the bubbles went down a treat, the cake got eaten, the presents were gratefully received and Henry and Ezra both slept for three hours after the party, affording their loving parents a well earned rest.

HURRAH!

Comments

blackie said…
i really felt like running around in the bubbles too, damn adult restraint.
Barbara Rahal said…
bubblessss bubbles I cant live with out them!!!

mm noo noo I wasnt that lucky...what a great film!!!
cheers
Barb
Anonymous said…
Harper pulls that expression a lot.
Tash said…
Ohhhhh! Such precious moments! My son is almost 14 & has put in 28 hours of Xbox play in 2 days. I so miss the bubbles!

BTW - you got my newly created "YOU ARE THE MAN" award for your line from "Dirty Dancing" on Laurie's SoPas blog.
Maria Verivaki said…
i wish i were young again...

both cats and dogs are equally unpopular in Greece, but lounge dogs seem to be making a comeback these days - people seem to be carrying them around in their cars
USelaine said…
About any child's birthday party, Schopenhauer might say this.
Pat said…
I still LOVE to blow bubbles; so much fun. And re: my post today, no, not many wish for the old days!
:<)
Anonymous said…
Oh he looks absolutely made up about the bubbles - how fantastic. Sounds like a perfect day.
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, but were you as keen as little Phoebe B was to open some presents?

Barbara, bubbles are a double edged sword in our house. Much like Pringles, stopping can be a problem.

Hallam, such a cruel thing to say.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, for some reason, I saw Dirty Dancing four times at the cinema. It just kept appearing on movie marathons back in the heady days of 1987! I would like to one day play the Playstation with Henry.

Kiwi, young has its positives and negatives. I waver!

I must admit, I am not keen on little dogs, unless they are deep fried.

USelaine, he would have been great at a party, don’t you reckon?
Kris McCracken said…
Bibi, the nostalgia that seems to exist in parts of the former East Germany interests me, but I’ve never had the opportunity to sit down with someone to quiz them about it.

Jackie, it was far better than I ever dared to hope for!

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