Skipping man

Waiting for the bus this evening under the ceiling of chestnut leaves, a man skipped by, and continued to skip all the way down the hill until lost to view. I remembered a conversation I once had with an older colleague long ago when she noted that 'its really only little girls who skip'. Seemed wrong at the time and I have since observed many a skipping boy, but the skipping man was a first. Was this part of a carefully planned exercise regime or exuberance at a blooming June day? Either way, the surreal and unexpected nature of the spectacle will stay with me. Thank you skipping man for this experience.
Must have been something in the air today, actually. One of the longer conversations of the morning involved a novellist and philosopher outlining his latest work - leaving me wondering if I had just talked to the next undiscovered Rushdie or a Wednesday morning supermarket fantasist. The plot revolved around either Proust or Faust (thinking about it later I think it was Faust but at the time either seemed possible) languishing in a mundane day job in the afterlife/underworld to pay for past sins. He attended weekly therapy with Freud and ended up being reborn by crawling up his mother's vagina. So... either I will see this precis in a couple of years and think 'gee, I met that guy- thought he was a nut', or I will continue to harbour this opinion. Guilty until proved innocent I'm afraid, mister.

Long reflection led my to title my latest pic at last; the home of Suki, Greensleeves, Popsicle and assorted elephants has been christened 'Joy Garden'; this showing the girls at rest means it has become 'Joy Garden Siesta'. Further incidents in their lives as concubines, students and appreciators of beauty and nature now have a developing movie set in my head, on which their lives and stories can play out. Listen to me; I'm accusing the philosopher of borderline sanity and I'm concocting virtual concubine colonies...
Off to look up Leger and Magritte; trying to revisit names and artists in my memory who I haven't studied for a while; there must me a reason for their inclusion in my mental library, but I lose the connection with names and images sometimes. Stu is doing something very clever involving making curry sauce from scratch with minimal ingredients, but I think to do this justice I will have to quiz him on it over dinner and save my findings for tomorrow.