Slothing and Dancing

[samvara]

Was a fine way to spend the weekend, my lovely mother lent me her car so woofer and I did an early morning beach run on Sunday and got to enjoy that amazingly beautiful tide-out, huge beach, shimmering flat water effect that is particular to early summer mornings.

We saw some women walking their horses (no ball throwing in evidence) and then woofer thought it would be a brilliant idea if he rolled in the sand till he was absolutely coated and tried to carry it all home.

The benefit concert at Point Walter was middling to poor in terms of talent and perfect in terms of lying about on a blanket snoozing on someone's leg doing absolutely nothing. The last band was bouncy, African and fun and lent itself to much dancing and bouncing around followed by limping and being carried.

Am sad I don't have the time to do African dance classes anymore and even more sad about the effect it had on my hip. Am reduced to limping and swearing I'll do my exercises. Really. I will.

Comments

[juffles.livejournal.com]

Yes. Do those exercises. Because although proving that I can piggyback you for 200-odd metres was fun - in a macho-dickhead kinda way - my poor aging body might not like me very much if I have to keep doing it every time you get bouncy. :)))

[black-samvara.livejournal.com]

And very macho it was too

*swoons*