Send in the Clown

Already the jokes have been told of Northern Ireland's luck in weather.  This is potentially the one week were we get sun shining upon us.  By next week we will once again be plunged into darkness that will last another year.

So enjoy it in the meantime.

Against all expectations, I have managed to grasp it.  Normally I'm considered (mainly be myself) as a recluse.  Along with being a red head, the sun is considered my enemy.  Last year I managed to nap a lot during this time.  It may be because I was still tired after working two jobs for five and a half years.  It may also be the fact that there is too much pressure to enjoy oneself with the good weather.  And when someone is pressured into having fun, the likelihood is they won't have much.

So yesterday I popped down to Botanic Gardens.  Armed with a Stephen King novel.

If I sooner saw footage of a young girl attacking passersby in the park from the previous day, I feel I would have been armed with much heavier and throw-able items.  I guess the sun can make people go crazy.  But then I suppose I could literally throw the book at someone like this.  They are the "best weapons in the world" (Doctor Who - Tooth and Claw: 2006).

I grabbed a bench near the Botanic Palm House.  Always remember visiting there when I was younger.  Usually after a trip to the Ulster Museum.  Juxtaposed with one time the Museum had an interactive dinosaur exhibition.  Considering Jurassic Park (1993) was at its height, my imagination probably thought a Velociraptor could spring out from the greens at any time.

Metres away was an ice cream van.  One girl walked away, stating loudly so the entire park could hear; "Two pounds for sprinkles.  I've never been so insulted in my life."

I do believe that if a price rise in the items you normally buy are the biggest insult to you, you may not have too much to worry about.  Everyone must adore this person from the moment she entered the world which tends to revolve around her.

"I'm going to buy everyone an ice cream," claimed a lady with a large group of children.  Quickly I envisioned myself joining the group of children, hoping I too would get an ice cream and that no one would notice my taller physique to those around me.

There is a little sun in my skin.  Again being a redhead, it's not a good idea to expose myself to it.  Ideally I'd like my face to be hit by the sun.  That's where most of my Seborrheic dermatitis is concentrated on.  Remembering when I returned from California three years back and I had a great time keeping my skin clear.

So once again, the huge Stephen King novel IT (1986) is with me.  The summer is the perfect time to read this one in particular.  Reminding you of being a child.  When summers had no end.  And the local park areas where potentials for adventures and fears.  Stories between your friends had imagination that pushed at what could keep you awake at night.

Not to mention, if anyone was to think about a career in Clowning, you may wish to reconsider.