Sommaren Enfald är det Sommar Glädje (Summer Sillyness is Summer Joy)

The above picture was taken on June 16, 2012.  Four 'summer-silly' youngsters smile for the camera.  In the background you can see the Middle School that is only minutes away from where I live.

I was returning from my grocery shopping, around 9 pm.  I saw these  youngsters lazying around, chatting, throwing a ball, playing with their dog.  At one point they all started to get on to this one bike, and I stopped to ask the regular question, 'May I take a picture?' Followed by, 'May I put this on my blog?'

They giggled, 'Sure'.

The picture was taken by my iphone, so I could not get very sophisticated with it.  But in general it conveyed the mood.  Long days of light, summer attire, no school, how could freedom not find its expression in what we all call 'silliness'.

'Summer silliness' only purpose is to keep young--- those who participate in it and those who witness it!!

As I walked away, this bike with four people on it, crawled towards me. I did not know who exactly was pushing the pedal, but one of them asked, 'What's the name of your blog?"

I told them, and stated that it might be a few days before I put the picture.  But here I am only two days later putting the picture up, just in case, these kids who made me smile are looking for it.

The post is dedicated to all those who have learnt to truly relax......summer or not....

Jennifer

There is little danger in getting some names and dates tattooed on your body!!  August, 2010. 

Because I am slightly 'off' slightly 'crazy' and because I live an unusual life, I have developed a habit of 'meaningful small talk'.  It is small talk, not deep, not related to employment or with an intent of any long term friendship.  But it comes from an interest in people.  To acknowledge their presence.  To ask them questions, to make them feel noticed.  It is meaningful in a sense that I am sure most of the people, I engage in this 'meaningful small talk' with, are actually very grateful that someone noticed.

Someone asked.  

And in return, I have heard my self say so many times, 'this will make a great movie, an excellent short story.'

So the above picture has a story too.  This can be easily woven into a movie, or written as a short story. The guys came to deliver the furniture I had bought at the second hand shop.  A dinning table and four chairs.  The second thing I bought.  The first one being a side table, with a flower-like top.  

I noticed the tattoo on the short guy's forearm right away.  Just before they were about to leave, I asked, 

'So, who is she?"

"Ah" he said with pride, extending his arm, 'My daughter.'

I chuckled and raised my eyebrows in wonder.  I asked him if I could take a picture. 

'Because girlfriends and wives can leave you, but your daughters are always there for you.' he said with surety. 

How could I not smile? and think...

Jennifer, you are a  lucky girl.....