It’s been quite a long day, so much so that I had to have a late afternoon/early evening nap.
I don’t normally write about my days, finding them fairly boring blog fodder, but I’m bored now and slightly grumpy as I wait for my tea to seep and am being forced, by a kind neighbour, to listen to The Gambler. So I figured, why not?
It was a very early day for me because, apparently, the environment can’t wait for the afternoon – I say, it’s waited this long so a comfortable sleep in should be the accepted norm, apparently not. So now my poor wee feet hurt from my crap shoes and my back aches from standing on hard ground for forever. I have tramped ground today, and made fun of my comrades, and, as I so rarely do, entered into the bonhomie of the day [making fun of aged hippies, and Gucci’d ladies-who-lunch excepted]. I also developed a slight ear-ache from the unlovely politician fellow who needs microphone lessons. Later, oh so much later in the day I developed a headache the like of which I’ve rarely had before – it lingers a little on the right side. Anyway, the walk went off damply and with limited hitches and ended, eventually, and we departed.
There is a slight confusion of feeling when one participates in a mass event which deviates from one’s normal Saturday and neglects all usual activities. We were, you might say, at a loose end and upon coffee-ing in Enmore I felt that the day was perfect only for going to the flicks. We arrived at Dendy ten minutes in the red to see Little Miss Sunshine – damn them for starting on time and damn me for being used to a full half hour of ads before the main event. I can’t recall the last time I laughed until the tears were rolling down my face with a roomful of people doing the exact thing. The dance scene, oh my, the dance scene! I will buy this on DVD just for that scene.
See how dull I write my days? You can see why I don’t normally do it and why I solemnly swear that I won’t do it again [all promises I make are, of course, to be taken with a grain of salt as I rarely remember them from one day to the next – internet records not withstanding].
Oh gods, it’s turned into a regular Kenny Rogers fest here, so remember, Ruby, don’t take your love to town.