The Importance of Being Idle

Just A Perfect Day

And not in a Lou Reed "just prior to suicide" type way either.
So, to pick up where we left off: Ronnie worked Saturday night, and then made a long overdue re-appearance at the Met Lounge in Peterborough! Dirty little stop out stayed out till 6am Sunday morning, which was a bit unfortunate cos she was working at 10am that morning! Amazingly she got up for work, and made it all the way through to 5pm when I turned up to pick her up! We meandered home, and took advantage of the fact that it was a lovely evening to stop at a nice pub on the way home, have a drink and sit outside in the later evening sunshine. She was pretty tired by the time we got home though, and just crashed out almost the instant we got home, the poor thing!
We were up early this morning, and on our way to Hunstanton we stopped by to pick up Ronnie's sister Lisa too! The weather was lovely (the clouds only darkened a little bit when we were playing crazy golf!) and we all had a great time! It was especially great for me for a number of reasons: most obviously I was with Ronnie, but also I was FINALLY at the seaside again after a decade, and even weirder back at Hunstanton after twenty years! It used to be a favourite holiday destination for my family when we were kids, and it was lovely and nostalgic to be back. Weirdly it hardly seems to have changed at all, although I'm sure lots of things, especially details of things and places, have changed, the haziness of memory sees it as almost perfectly preserved. We played quite a bit of Dancing Stage, played crazy golf, ate donuts... it was just bliss. Later on in the day we went to vist Tony, a friend of Lisa and Ronnie's, who owns a lovely static caravan in a nearby town. He was a lovely bloke too, with two soppy dogs. We went for a nice walk down to the beach as the sun was going down, and I said my silent good-byes to the sea, promising it won't be so long before we see each other again next time. Tony rents out his caravan to friends, so hopefully we'll be able to take advantage of that sometime during the summer, it'd be lovely to spend a week there with Ronnie, it really would.
One of the biggest reasons why it was great day though, was that it was just entirely stress-free. Things with the EX always used to be... so stressed and fraught, she was such a snippy... ah I shouldn't assasinate her character when she can't defend herself, let me instead say this: I can't remember any days when there wasn't an argument about some stupid, trivial little thing. And me and Ronnie, we don't do that. There's a level of comfort I have with her, we have with each other, that... it probably sounds boring, but it isn't, it's exactly the opposite, it's the most wonderful, liberating thing I've ever known. It's like, it's like finding the exact spot you fit into the world, like being a jigsaw piece and fitting snuggly into your place in the bigger picture... I don't know how to describe it, but I just know it's right and I feel like I can do anything.
It was a long day, with lots of driving (I drove, 'cos I wanted Ronnie to have a nice day but without having to exert herself or tire herself with driving), and I'm pretty tired now, so I guess I should head to bed.
If I remember, tomorrow I'll expound on my new theory for determining whether an activity is a sport or not...

posted by BadMonkey @ 12:12 AM