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that I found while looking for a toy store: Freud's famous practice (now museum). These kinds of happy coincidences make me believe in Romance (of the serendipitous and multi-faceted kind) Do you believe? |
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"Adri painted her wall today."
He stops. And then slowly sets aside the dress shirt he's just taken off. He smiles slowly in that impish way that only he can, half of his mouth grinning like a school boy. I can't resist smiling in return. He then gives me the look. The look says, "Are you just saying that to say it or, as I fear, is there more to that statement?"
And I respond, "Some people are settled."
And to my great astonishment, he nods. Understanding what I'm saying. Understanding me.
Thank you.Labels: The Move |
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the day after a three-day trip with the Jugend Damen und Menne, after a long day of school Valentine's Day celebrations (at which I was asked to be the ROOM MOTHER. I am so not cut out to be a room mother, I practically don't even believe in the concept), after a playdate for my oldest, a late nap for my youngest, a trip to the park, some last minute emails before a deadline, and some half-felt cleaning.
Make French Onion Soup.............. from scratch............. of course! A cheap steak and some carrots, onions, and celery for the stock, white bio onions, butter, and a baguette for the soup, and lots and lots of fresh Mozzerela and Pecorino cheese, just for fun.
My oldest promptly declared that it tasted......................like a leaf.
My youngest loved the rare treat of mozzerlla-covered gluten free bread dredged in the steaming soup. Although, I think he preferred eating the ice cube that cooled it down.
If I swore, I would have to say that it tasted damn good. But, I don't so I won't.Labels: My Own Blend of Crazy |
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It was bitter cold for a time in December and January but in the last two weeks we have woken up to light rain, partly cloudy skies, and a beautiful, if far removed, sun. If I believed in them, I might almost consider sacrificing my first born in thanks to the weather gods for this remarkable reprieve. I can throw open the windows in the house for a few minutes and hear the pattering of rain and the calling of birds. The flowers are coming up, confused as to what month it is. I think I'm getting confused too. This should either make for a remarkable end of winter or a disappointing return to more "normal" weather.Labels: Twinkle me |
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Name: Reluctant Nomad
Home: Austria
About Me: I photograph banal subjects to remind myself of the beauty in everyday life. I have two little boys who love me even when I'm crazy and a hubby who loves me in spite of it.
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