tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post3714643240727742444..comments2024-02-11T13:02:55.492-05:00Comments on ihopeiwinatoaster: Love's Labor's PostBill Peebleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184122519445425718noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-23097107183010464102013-09-08T10:51:08.882-04:002013-09-08T10:51:08.882-04:00Great post! I loved reading your reflections on po...Great post! I loved reading your reflections on poetry and about the note from your son that you included the picture of near the end.<br /><br />JonathanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-29008938521376054182013-09-05T01:21:07.024-04:002013-09-05T01:21:07.024-04:00Bill, finally getting around to this. Now that we ...Bill, finally getting around to this. Now that we finally have hot water and a washing machine running, I can get back to wasting time on the internet! Though, seriously, line-drying clothes takes a lot more time than I thought.<br /><br />Anyway, really appreciated this. Beauty in the poetry, both yours and Hayden's. And it explores something that's so layered and tough to define: that idea that the labor of love is enough; that we don't need praise or thanks for what we do; that in some way serving those you love is reward in itself. And it is. And when it's not, it should be. And when it's not and you know that it should be, you feel all the weight of the world. <br /><br />But at the same time, the ache in your heart you get when you think of those same labors performed on your behalf, and the desire to give thanks where none was asked for, where none was needed. Maybe it's that belated thanks that inspires one to gift the same quiet labor to your own young things? Maybe, but that's not all of it. I'm going to think on this more.neal callhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17285975416175230777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-5919949749805424052013-09-04T11:55:48.067-04:002013-09-04T11:55:48.067-04:00Nice of you to visit me on my porch of the interne...Nice of you to visit me on my porch of the internet. I love your blog and noticed a Tennyson quote recently, very nice. I think we so easily forget that duty and pleasure are intertwined, like holding hands. Thanks for stopping by.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-68397580424079878772013-09-04T11:51:58.199-04:002013-09-04T11:51:58.199-04:00Thanks for coming around. I appreciate your inter...Thanks for coming around. I appreciate your interest in particular, I know Neal is a tough act to follow. You all seem like beautiful people.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-69891964692130674152013-09-04T11:47:13.077-04:002013-09-04T11:47:13.077-04:00Please, don't thank me. It is my duty and my ...<i>Please, don't thank me. It is my duty and my pleasure.</i><br /><br />Amen, very true.Jackhttp://www.thejackb.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-88894397835403107012013-09-04T10:48:16.028-04:002013-09-04T10:48:16.028-04:00This is you at your best. I am crying as I write t...This is you at your best. I am crying as I write this. Thank you for being my son.<br />On the subject of Labor Day it is part of a Labor movement that made it possible for working parents to be home on Sundays to be with their families. Mine wasn't and he was not thanked for working 7 days a week. I am afraid the Labor movement is getting too weak to keep the bread winner at home at least one day a week for the enjoyment of the family they love.Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09515452793364629068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-12279850320304796762013-09-03T16:06:17.309-04:002013-09-03T16:06:17.309-04:00Wow, I love this post! Like Brian said, complex in...Wow, I love this post! Like Brian said, complex indeed. It brought up so many thoughts/questions/reflections/regrets for me. And made me cry a little too. Beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-88162704502594827472013-09-03T08:51:29.271-04:002013-09-03T08:51:29.271-04:00I must admit that I enjoyed writing it. Poetry is...I must admit that I enjoyed writing it. Poetry is so mind expanding and writing on poetry helps me understand it better. I went into this post not really "getting" the poem and now, well, now I find it essential.<br />Thanks, as always, for stopping by.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-10980544099682617032013-09-03T04:08:03.454-04:002013-09-03T04:08:03.454-04:00This is one of those posts that I will go back to ...This is one of those posts that I will go back to again and again. It is one of your richest and most complex posts and I can't tear my eyes away from it. Especially Nick's note, and your perfectly timed placement of it. He's a good man in the making, because of you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18362546083873007732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-13073398248849686912013-09-02T23:05:12.523-04:002013-09-02T23:05:12.523-04:00Thanks for stopping by,dadcapades. I really dig y...Thanks for stopping by,dadcapades. I really dig your corner of the blogarena as well.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-79595786997604384232013-09-02T22:53:52.012-04:002013-09-02T22:53:52.012-04:00This was simply beautiful. This was simply beautiful. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com