So we went to the circus on the weekend. The smalls were so darn excited. Tiny wouldn't even have a small kip beforehand, she just kept chanting 'want to go to circus!'
For a long time Tiny has been smitten with the idea of a circus. I found her an old Dick Bruna 'Circus' book at a garage sale a few months ago. And she has a tee shirt which is her 'circus! circus!' tee. So she was pretty stoked to be going.Tiny loved the horses (hello 1925!?) but was taken with the motorbikes to which she exclaimed 'Just like Tiny'. Yep Tiny is regularly circling circus tents 20 metres above ground. With an acrobat on the other side. Uh huh.
The Doctor? He was taken with the showbags and glow in the dark swords of which we refused to buy. We did not yield. Fairy floss. Yes (mmm hello food colouring). Popcorn. Yes. Showbag containing absolute crap that would be tossed out in a day. No thanks. But he did talk on and on about the acrobats and the slap-stick comedy employed by the ringmaster. He guffawed so loudly a man two rows down turned to see who was laughing so much! Oh and he loved the 'real snow' too. 'REAL SNOW!'
And then there's tomorrow. I will beanother year older. Martha has kindly baked me a cake. I've not thought too much on it this year. Nothing's to stop it. I will let it roll like a tumbleweed at dawn and me at ten paces. Or something to that effect. Still 23 in my mind. I have no to-do lists (except for go to the post office, clean the house etc). I am just rolling with my homies.