This funny expression intrigues me because of its double meaning. On the one hand, a literal translation can render in English: [we must] let our village idiot out [sometimes]. However, the expression actually refers to letting loose and letting your hair down with the added significance that we should be ourselves without fear of appearing foolish.
That’s how I spent my weekend, with friends who care about me and who don’t mind that I like to improve on song lyrics and dance moves, who are generous with their time and humour, who understand my quirks and love me regardless, who drink vino from real wine glasses around a roaring, spitting campfire out in the middle of uneven, rocky, rolling Quebec bush. Friends who are musicians, who sing and play guitar with abandon, not at all bashful though there is an inspired audience of about 14 of us plopped into lawn chairs and on tree stumps. Friends who skinny-dip with me in a dark, dark, seemingly bottomless lake while we swim for hours, halfway across the length of an ocean, paddling around and gazing at the stars on our backs. We’re drunk, and it’s sooo risky, even stupid, but no one worries about the implications until the dawn. There is really nothing better than a big summer party in a huge log wood cabin in the company of friends.
The break from blogging was good for me. As much as it was not necessarily intentional, it gave me a chance to clear my head and figure some things out. The past week has been a rollercoaster of sad, angry, hurt, confused and finally, miraculously, even happy. I didn’t know what to write and I didn’t want to write, yet blogging is important to me because it forces me to write regularly, regardless of whether I’m in the mood or not. And in some sense, it’s a record of my life, now, as I live the daily battles and surprise moments that make life interesting. So I do it for me and no one else and sometimes that’s easy to forget.
Despite the public divulgation and “analysis” of my love affairs on several of my friends’ blogs last week coupled with the backlash at work from immediate levels of management, David and I have decided to give things a shot. It’s overwhelming how much negative attention has been given to our relationship in its early days but I’m happier than I can express in words right now and I hope things remain that way.
Things are headed in the right direction and it’s a nice feeling.
Good for you Ashleigh, I never meant any harm, and I truly feel as if you deserve someone to make you happy. Again, I apologize for any angry/sad feelings that you may have had, and I love you very much! Oh, and by the way..THANK YOU for getting me a job interview..I can’t express how truly happy I am! (best b-day gift ever) and I really hope I don’t screw it up…