The Carpe Diem Dance


Today:
Only this morning I knew exactly what to write: held it just as clearly as if it had been written down. Somewhere in the day it has slipped from memory, is lying somewhere metaphysical, ink blurring in soft rain.
Yesterday:
'Dance Nam-ma! It's a man-an-a-tar!' Little Granddaughter demands as we walk past the busker at the low end of Plymouth. After this exertion we eat pasties and two buses collide on Royal Parade. The accident had been there all along, a man says; it was waiting to happen. Nam-ma extrapolates that therefore it is a happy accident, being fulfilled: but one should not wait to happen, as a rule.



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  1. Suze8 March 2014 at 06:40

    My daughter loves that ride in the last pic.

    I'm ruminating on your words. I think I have to read them a few more times for the message to sink into my thick skull. :)

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  2. Lisa Southard8 March 2014 at 22:22

    My son is the boy with arms outstretched, he loves it too! The first time he went on such a contraption, he staggered off quite ill. Result of a previous over indulgence on a doughnut stand. Still keen for another go. If an urging stomach doesn't put you off, you must love it :-)
    Happy when my words help xx

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