My mental circus, inside and out.

circuses

Was it the last ski of the season on Sunday, out on the fields, with the red berries, the gold leaves of the oak, the purple branches of some low bush against the expanse of snow on the farmers' fields.  The dark grey clouds, the snow, the sudden break in the clouds to reveal clear skies, the last push along the snowy path. Maybe.  But sometimes the snow comes heavy in March.  It still feels good to walk out the door and not feel the stinging cold of below zero wind chills. 

The house was full of young people and birthday sheet cakes (plural) this weekend.  The kind of birthday for the adult-child who still needs a birthday crown (made by herself with glued rhinestones) and a Harry Potter cake.  And Peg, visiting for the day, who told Emma a sad-funny story about her re-entry into the dating pool after the death of their mutual former husband, now dead. So Peg says she has been going out with this guy for dinner, but the other night, she asked him if he'd go with her to a Billy Joel concert, and he says, "You are my dinner girl.  I have another girl for concerts."  To which she replied, "I guess I'm your circus girl now, because I'm never going out with you again until the circus comes to town." 

Posted by: EmmaPele at February 21, 2007 00:55 | link | comments (2)

#1  21 February 2007 - 06:45

 

Careful with your last words...the circus may randomly break down in your barren landscape lol.

thebigbaton

#2  21 February 2007 - 10:52

 

Peg rox.

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