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. 😉
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.
Happiness is coffee in bed,
A kiss from your samoyed
And the sun winking at you
From the other side of the window.
Happiness is a rainy day
When you can stay tucked away
From the world
And read a love story.
We all seem to have
Our understanding of happines
And yet it eludes us most of the time-
Chasing for dreams
Bigger than we can carry
Or letting ourselves be sucked dry
By the dementors of the past.
Let go of me, darling
Let go of my soul,
Like I let go of yours,
So we can be happy again.
This one is for my Scandinavian readers. It´s raining in Paris, I have a bit of a hangover and fall seems to be settling in for good. Besides, we´re leaving to Oslo this evening and leaving Paris always makes me sad. It reminded me of a poem by the late Norwegian singer Odd Børretzen and I thought I´d share it with you. It´s so Norwegian and yet so romantic. I simply adore it. We Romanians are so passionate and dramatic and yet I was taken aback by the simplicity of these words. Basically he says that I don´t mind the rain outside as long as your head is on my pillow.
I love Odd Børretzen. We almost attended his concert 3 years ago in Bergen, but it was halfway finished and I had to go to work early the day after, so we dropped it. A couple of years ago he passed away.