Earlier today: It's almost 3pm and I've not left the chalet yet, other than to go do the weekly shop. Waiting for a cake to finish baking. This sucks. This week is a bit peculiar with new guests arriving virtually every day and staying for different durations. Bit confuzzling and means extra work. I'm sat in the kitchen looking out the window and I can see grass, bees, crocuses and thin spider webs glinting in the hot sunshine. Spring is definitely here!
Later today: I'm feeling a bit pensive. Been thinking about things. That's never a good start is it? I had a super fun week last week (bar a few minor glitches) and this week has been pretty great too. Tuesday riding was superb, with the girls on Mont Chery followed by a fun night in Cavern celebrating a bday. Then day off was even better. Riding with ten friends on a bit of a mission over to Chatel. Super sunny and warm, great spring slush, great riding, followed by a BBQ at Basra with even more friends. Now, here's the thing, on day off I thought, on a couple of occasions, how good it would be if the little idiot was there too. Funny how you can meet someone and one short week later they're gone, but that after only that one short week you can miss them, in a way, even though you didn't really get to spend that much time together in the first place. I guess it's the feeling that, your meeting, however brief wasn't maximised, like you didn't get the most out of it and there could've been more, much more to it. Then the next thought is will you ever? My roomie thinks no, that it's one of those things that's only ever going to happen once, the right time and place etc. and that one should be content with what one got. I don't know what I think. I guess that's why I'm pensive.
Much later today: I feel like I'm having post-fun blues. I feel like it's in the air though. People are talking about what's next, end of season parties, summer jobs, career jobs, moving, packing, leaving ... I know this goes hand in hand with seasonaire life but it's bumming me out at the moment.
Now: But enough of that, I'm still here, there's still 6 weeks to go, it's St. Patrick's day tomorrow and there's always the memories. So even if we never meet again, lots of fun was had and that's happiness right there! xx
