Sitting here and waiting for the baccalao to be ready, thinking of this and that, as you do when autumn evenings are long and rainy and you barely get out of the house to walk the dog, who also hates this weather. The weekend was slow and unadventurous. I was supposed to go to a photo exhibition with some colleagues yesterday, but it was impossible to convince myself to step outside in the rain when I’d already been out with Sam for around an hour. So I made some pumpkin soup and we watched a Norwegian series, The Heavy Water War. Not bad.
Today we woke up at 10, rain drops whipping heavy on the window pane, outside as dark as a November night. In spite of that, I managed to drag my ass to the nearest coffee shop with Sam to meet some friends, I tied him up under a roof not to get wet, but he wanted to be able to see me and so he preferred waiting outside in the pouring rain just to get a peep inside the coffee shop. Such a stupid rule not to allow dogs in! I felt so bad for my pooch.
Otherwise, I even managed to go to the gym, where I did the usual exercises with just as much enthusiasm as ever, read none, so I could have an excuse to put my feet up for the rest of the afternoon. How are you spending dark October evenings?
PS. I asked my mother-in-law for lessons in knitting, I used to be an ok knitter, but I could never read recipes, so I’m going there when I’m done with my photo courses to learn to make a dress for Madeleine. 😉
Half way into my pregnancy, life is busy and we can’t wait for Madeleine to be born. We’ve already got a bed and some blankets from friends, saved enough money for a pram and now we’re looking for a good armchair for breastfeeding. I was hoping we’d move by then, but my significant other is as thorough as I am impulsive, so things take time. Continue reading
I’m so not gonna be the kind of mother that worries all the time, I told myself. I’m going to be cool, like I was with the cats and I am with Sam. I’m gonna think that nothing bad could ever happen to my baby, not after all I’ve gone through to get her/him. That’s what I thought. The truth is I’m an anxious person and I’m on max dosage of medicine to be able to deal with that on an everyday basis. I almost have a panic attack if a looney gets on the bus, I hyperventilate if a drunk seats himself next to me, you get the idea. I finally found out why mingling with the wrong crowd drains me of energy- it’s because if there’s no chemistry, anxiety kicks in. Continue reading
As I was telling you about, I have a school project on documentary photography and that brought me “all the way” to London. Did I mention I have two close friends living here and that it was my birthday on Friday? No? ‘Cause these two facts might have played a minor role in my choosing one of them as the person to follow over the course of three whole days . 😉
After a gloomy August and a handful of rainy days in the beginning of September, the sun is out again and all of a sudden, life is so much easier to live. I’m done with two weeks in court in a horribly boring case, done with a mind-numbing written translation, so my will to live is stronger than ever- I must sound suicidal, in reality I’m only very very blasé. Continue reading
Where did summer go, I wonder. These days I’m looking for my autumn coats to wrap myself in and keep warm on chilly mornings. 😉 I’ve been nauseous for a period and crazy busy on top of that, which is always a horrible combination. But now it seems I can breathe a little more and I’m getting ready for a long weekend in London at the end of September. First and foremost it’s for a school project where I need to follow an interesting person over a couple of days and so I chose my friend Lavinia. Second it’s to get a break from routine and third- it’s my birthday!
I have to admit I was done with the Mediterranean heat, but did I see fall coming? Not for a second. It’s been raining on and off for days and it’s the second weekend it’s pouring like there’s no tomorrow. Depressing doesn’t even begin to cover it. I feel like going to bed never to wake up again and I’m not even kidding.