25 May 2009

Swing. Tire, Swing.

As I walked out one overcast Memorial Day afternoon…
I should first preface this anecdote by stating that Mac and I are so very fortunate to live near a not so very common Common. Commons are typically flat and large and green. Whilst this one is both large and green, it is a great big giant hill carved into all sizes of trails and dirtbike paths for enjoying the trees and general woodsyness pleasure. We take Murphy there most days of the week which he enjoys to his fullest potential. Today we walked a trail we sometimes take but came across an aptly placed tire swing that has not made its presence known before. Great oak, small precipice gently sloping. Popped one leg in and let one hang out and got a big helping hand from Mac. Oh Behold! The innocent freedom of moving so swimmingly through the air. Exhilarating and made all the more so at the unexpectedness of its presence. Like a Unicorn. A perfect hedonic pleasure which overtakes! Oh how for just one short moment I could laugh as if I was a child and truly feel so.

09 May 2009

Hello, old friend

Though you may be a small constituency of readers, many apologies for neglecting my duties of recording my thoughts and observations on this meager blog. What can I say? I haven't been busy in the slightest and spend my days loafing around Kenilworth in slippers and a tracksuit, pestering passersby for a lively bout on the nature of free will and customer service in England. I swear.

Mac and I returned from Christmas 08 to realise it was a waste of sillyness not to have a dog-why should we sanitise our lives for the good of our landlord?! So we went in search of a K-9 Companion. We found Murphy, a black labrador retriever (surprise!). He's a sweet and good-natured fellow who loves to play, and really loves to cuddle. We moved house in order to provide him with a back garden (of the multi-purpose variety). We read the books, took him to puppy kindergarden, and are now beginning to reap the benefits as he sits, stays and comes (when he's not eating dirt). What more could I say but that he's lovely to watch frolic in the creek and the woods, sharing his senseless joy with everyone he comes into contact with? For it is his nature, is it not?