Spring has apparently sprung with, if not exactly a vengeance, then at least with that kind of infernal jollity that, when found in human beings, manifests itself as dancing about the place at godforsakenly early o'clock, shouting "MOOOOOOOORNING!!!" when everyone else has got a hangover.
Spring has sprung, in fact, pretty much like my pal Sian.
Thing is, I have absolutely no outstanding memory of last Spring being...Spring, as it were. I can look back at the blog entries and find Things That Happened A Year Ago, but I can't remember ever particularly looking up, taking a breath and going "Oh wow...look! It's Spring!"
That's because of course I was (as the delightful folks on Masterchef Australia are wont to put it) 'head down, bum up' powering through the first early pounds of this interminable experiment, hitting it like a 20 stone bull at a never-knew-what-hit-it gate.
But now, it's most assuredly Spring. Things with my dad remain gloomy and grim, but today, the weather was as smiley as yesterday, and d and Ma and I went driving, and then d sat in the sun at Cyfarthfa Castle (the local ironmaster's residence in the 1900s, and home of the lake around which I have been known to determinedly march at stupid o'clock), while Ma and I yomped off along things that optimistically described themselves as 'Meadow Paths' without of course ever encountering anything flat enough to justifiably consider itself 'a meadow'. And it dawned on me that I was noticing the Spring.
This, if nothing esle, is evidence of the Fuck-It Equivalency at work. If you don't know what the Fuck-It Equivalency is, you should really read yesterday's Entry, Lunching With Miss Slinky. Go ahead, we'll wait.
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Right.
You see, this is the Equivalency's power - either it lets you experience all the wonder and the normality of life, orrrrrr it fatally distracts you from what you should be doing, and gets you thinking "Ooh look - Spring!" when you should be intensely staring at calorie counts and working your ass quite literally off to try and shift pounds. It's like...
You know what it's like? It's like a re-invention of Neverland. Neverland, for those of you whose childhoods - or indeed adulthoods - have been sadly neglected - is the place where Peter Pan lives. It's a magical place, where children never have to grow up, and live and fight and have adventures with pirates and indians and faries (oh my!). JM Barrie, whose creation it was, appeared (if you read the books) to fully understand the potentially nightmarish elements of this magical environment. It's a wonderful and immature and brightly-coloured world, in which nothing of consequence can ever be truly done, because time doesn't properly pass there.
That's the Equivalency. It's an idea that's been re-used time and time again since Barrie came up with it - and indeed, it forms many people's idea of Heaven: a world without time, and a world without consequence. The only question ends up being, how long do you stay and play Pans and Pirates, and when you finally decide to stop...can you leave? And if you do, where does it leave you in the Real World...
That's how this feels. Spring is beautiful and fabulous and genuinely enjoyable, and today has been an undeniably lovely day. The walk that I did with Ma wasn't really a walk in the 'work it till you hurt it' tradition, it was basically just a diagonal stroll up and down some forest paths. And I'm sitting here with the bike peering over my shoulder, whispering nastily "And when are you going to get to me, Mister?"
Sigh...
The answer is now. I'm loving Neverland so much. Wonder what you can do to get rid of it, while staying inside it? Am getting ont he bike now to find out...
No UberCommute tomorrow, I should mention. Which means none of the usual slimming effects of a Monday. Seriously - Tuesday, essentially, is gonna be a punch in the face from the Nazi Scales...So - on with the biking...
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