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April 25, 2005
The day we caught the boat..
‘When you find that things are getting wild,
Don’t you need days like these.’
Ocean Colour Scene The Day We Caught the Train.
Don’t you just love it when a day starts as it did yesterday with all indication that the rest of it is going the same way, and then all of a sudden your plans go out the window and it takes a turn for the better?
Anansi the Spider was great. All tie dyed throws hung from the trees and stories and songs from the Caribbean and Africa. After that I had a quick detour back here to grab the shirt to take down the Fort St George to meet Mr. PE and his friends. Thankfully it fits perfectly, bride and groom are 100% happy and the mark is so small and faded that you would have to put your eye right up against it in a certain light to notice, plus that part is going to be covered by a waistcoat anyway.
I was only going to stay a polite hour but we got the opportunity to ride on the top of a narrow boat for a mile or so down the river. We slowly chugged back west just as the sky was beginning to get itself into gear for a perfect sunset. (How I wished that there were enough hours in the day for life to always take this pace) By the time we moored back up the whole sky was streaked with red and purple.
Can you blame me for embracing that moment when I could? Looking out the window the sky is now a pathetic depressing grey but guess what? Middlemarch is still here in its entire still-to-be-read glory!
As it was getting late by the time we were heading home and we were worried about keeping Littleone awake long enough for dinner to cook, we slipped into the Chinese and got ourselves a take away instead.
So we got in, collapsed on the sofa, piled our plates high with food and do you think I grabbed my book to at least make a dent on that reading?
Nah! Fuck it. I watched Doctor Who!
Leisure by W. H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Posted by purple elephant at April 25, 2005 08:03 AM