What is better: to write each day few lines or to collect those droplets of thoughts into one for all the summaries? I’d say – go with outline and if you’d miss some details, those details more likely were not that important. So, let’s sum up this Easter weekend.
Day One.
Pretended I’m Sleeping Beauty. Well, at least the first part of that. The day was wasted in the bed…but not wasted as in useful waste, you know ;-) wasted on something as trivial as trivial sleep. General catch up on him. And it was successful. And I’ll say no more and let those who is truly interested to guess what time I woke up that day. (a hint – it wasn’t morning any more. to think of it, it wasn’t even a day either!)
Day Two.
Good day. A very good day. Awww...Avebury. My favourite place within easy access radius (only an hour of driving there). I do like to go there to spend some time within the circle, to see the magical enchanted trees, to touch the stones, to press your ear to the smooth ancient surface and listen to the whisper of the tales they will tell…and if you’ve forgotten/never knew what is Avebury, take a close look again:
Days Three And Four.
See if you can guess what could be a reason for your knees hurting, and your back hurting after you’ve spent a day or two in a doggy style position. I must warn you the answer is gonna be a dirty one. And not about sex either. If you’d walk along the streets of any British city this Easter weekend, you’d learn the true meaning for Easter weekend. And the true meaning is – Gardening! It is not very often happens that the long weekend matches the good weather pattern in this place. So when it accidentally happened to be in synch, you can’t really afford to miss the opportunity. My last two days were spent outdoors. Mainly crawling after weeds, mowing the lawn and nurturing evil plans of re-designing the whole garden into contemporary look of concrete&pots. Don’t get me wrong – I do like garden. I like to be there as a guest, not as a slave though. But of course I do understand that you can’t be the first one without being the other. And that’s why I’ve spend the two best days of my life in an uncomfortable position, which you’d think, would be sexy otherwise.
And as if the unpopular tasks of spring cleaning were not enough to make my day, I’ve also had a “designer’s block” about one of the only two flowerbeds we have here. Well, used to have to be precise, as after Easter, there is only one left in a “flowerbed” function, and the other one has been mercilessly re-designed, the plants re-planted into other places, the grounds re-digged throughout, then all was covered with a black sheet of plastic to prevent weeds army occupation and few pots and decorative stones have been put on top of it to create a temporary illusion of somewhat ultra-modern …errmmmm…”thing”, which eventually will become a perfectly designed flowerbed of course. The only backdrop of all this - I don’t have an idea for it yet. I had a pretty good idea that I don’t like it as it was, but I haven’t had an inspiration to think of how exactly I’d like it to be…oh well, all the damage is done now, no way back and the alternative is to leave all as it is and put up with the black spot of shame to remind of your own indecisiveness…
Just like in real life, isn't it? All those ugly things we have to put up with, while convincing ourselves that this is only temporary solution...when in fact everyone knows, that the most permanent things in life are temporary things.
Day One.
Pretended I’m Sleeping Beauty. Well, at least the first part of that. The day was wasted in the bed…but not wasted as in useful waste, you know ;-) wasted on something as trivial as trivial sleep. General catch up on him. And it was successful. And I’ll say no more and let those who is truly interested to guess what time I woke up that day. (a hint – it wasn’t morning any more. to think of it, it wasn’t even a day either!)
Day Two.
Good day. A very good day. Awww...Avebury. My favourite place within easy access radius (only an hour of driving there). I do like to go there to spend some time within the circle, to see the magical enchanted trees, to touch the stones, to press your ear to the smooth ancient surface and listen to the whisper of the tales they will tell…and if you’ve forgotten/never knew what is Avebury, take a close look again:
Days Three And Four.
See if you can guess what could be a reason for your knees hurting, and your back hurting after you’ve spent a day or two in a doggy style position. I must warn you the answer is gonna be a dirty one. And not about sex either. If you’d walk along the streets of any British city this Easter weekend, you’d learn the true meaning for Easter weekend. And the true meaning is – Gardening! It is not very often happens that the long weekend matches the good weather pattern in this place. So when it accidentally happened to be in synch, you can’t really afford to miss the opportunity. My last two days were spent outdoors. Mainly crawling after weeds, mowing the lawn and nurturing evil plans of re-designing the whole garden into contemporary look of concrete&pots. Don’t get me wrong – I do like garden. I like to be there as a guest, not as a slave though. But of course I do understand that you can’t be the first one without being the other. And that’s why I’ve spend the two best days of my life in an uncomfortable position, which you’d think, would be sexy otherwise.
And as if the unpopular tasks of spring cleaning were not enough to make my day, I’ve also had a “designer’s block” about one of the only two flowerbeds we have here. Well, used to have to be precise, as after Easter, there is only one left in a “flowerbed” function, and the other one has been mercilessly re-designed, the plants re-planted into other places, the grounds re-digged throughout, then all was covered with a black sheet of plastic to prevent weeds army occupation and few pots and decorative stones have been put on top of it to create a temporary illusion of somewhat ultra-modern …errmmmm…”thing”, which eventually will become a perfectly designed flowerbed of course. The only backdrop of all this - I don’t have an idea for it yet. I had a pretty good idea that I don’t like it as it was, but I haven’t had an inspiration to think of how exactly I’d like it to be…oh well, all the damage is done now, no way back and the alternative is to leave all as it is and put up with the black spot of shame to remind of your own indecisiveness…
Just like in real life, isn't it? All those ugly things we have to put up with, while convincing ourselves that this is only temporary solution...when in fact everyone knows, that the most permanent things in life are temporary things.