The stormy weather called for stormy measures, so: Tom Waits was spinning on the record player, while Dafi and I were eating the onion soup we’ve cooked with the homemade croutons. We also extracted balsamic vinegar (I added a stick of cinnamon) and it’s probably the most delicious thing I’ve ever made.
I went to see a play today in the local theatre near my house. It was called “Pfff”, a black farce about a submarine whose commander decided on his own to attack Iran with nuclear weapon, and the chief commanders of the country trying to deal with the station. As you can see by the picture - their decisions were not so much thoughtful.
It was funny and interesting, and before that I set with my friend for hot soup and we caught up a little with each other’s lives, which was great.
Again, it’s Monday, and again, I’m depressed. Thankfully, I’ve got Jonathan, who even from the faraway Italy still manages to give me tips for happier moments, like putting the Krembo I bought in the microwave and enjoy it even more.
I don’t like umbrellas so much, but I don’t have a hoodie on my coat. So I bought one with pink dots, to make the burden sweeter.
A bit less lazy, I finally baked the bread I’ve been wanting to bake for a week now. Whole-wheat and with walnut surprises!
I celebrated it with some homemade applesauce and cinnamon. Yum.
Oh, and the smell. I should bake bread just for the smell of it.
[they say if you get far enough away / you’ll be on your way back home / well, I’m at the station and I can’t get on the train.
(Happy birthday Tom Waits.)]
I literally did nothing today but stay in bed and watch movies and sleep. It’s a bit sad, but I guess I needed the rest.
A day of presentations = an all-nighter. It started raining when the sun was rising, which was beautiful and made me stop whatever I was doing, and watch.
[on the walls of the day, on the shades of the sun / we wrote down / another vision of us / we are the challengers of / the unknown. “Be safe,” you say / “whatever the mess you are, you’re mine, ok?” / if that is the custom, I’m down.
Until I see you around / until we clear the accounts.]
Got my Black Friday purchase today, so quickly! I know nothing of this book, but that its chapters are going by the Tube’s stations. That was good enough a reason to buy it.
Look, I made the candles disappear!
And soup, because my head ached again. Serving proposal: with House of the Future plans.