waking up feeling drained and uncomfortable, from dreams and thoughts. the contrasts are so huge in this place. but not only here.
i am still waking up in my safe bubble. going to work as usual on a sunday morning. it feels completely irrelevant.
what "started" yesterday (rather a accumulation from years back) won't lead to anything more fruitful and it certainly won't offer any positive solution to ANYbody and still, those are the means of 'communication' which are grasped for.
and here they are!!! my precious... saffrons yellow has to be one of the most beautiful colors i know.
i also wasted a whole pot of fudge yesterday, due to multitasking... it smelt like burned car tires for hours in my house. this week we are giving workshops and performing three times in eilat. i have never been to eilat, but somehow i am not that thrilled about it. id rather stay around the olive trees and the mountains for christmas. this very biblical landscape might bring out the best of my christmas spirits. instead, i will walk around with a grumpy face while teaching 70-80 hormonal teenagers.
those i got in a 'give and take' market. this woman wanted to swap a bag of my freshly baked pastries with something of hers. i couldn't find anything of interest. but she insisted i'd take these glasses.
those are not so funny.
i found this pair on a queens day flea market in rotterdam
bought those for a few dollars by a street vendor in new york. goes well with the silly face.
i am feeling well again! i woke up this morning at 7.30 (!!), and since then i managed to clean my house, hang a few humble christmas decorations, shake my carpets, fetch the laundry, visit 'pappersinsamlingen', buy all the necessary ingredients for lussebullar, take stupid pictures of sunglasses and dance around my living room. now, i am planning to sew a little wallet for a friend. and eat some crackers with marmalade.
oh, i have been puking my guts out the last 24 hours. how i hate to puke! i think i might have gotten food poisoned. to perform while running forward and back to the toilet is not to recommend. a few more hours and then weekend... stay in there food!
after leftover soup, together with pasta, butter, ketchup and veggie steaks (sometimes i can die for such unsophisticated food) i am making homemade glögg which will go with the movie. i am a moody cow tonight.
jag vet inte varför, men lucia gör mig otroligt nostalgisk. mer än någon annan högtid. (eller ljuger jag nu?)
inte en lussekatt i sikte. dessutom glömde jag att köpa rött vin för hemmagjord glögg. det ligger en liten bortglömd pepparkaka i min kakburk. men, jag väcktes med lucia musik i telefonluren, 'live' från svealand... och jag bakade geggiga choklad tryfflar igår, med hjälp utav fina ekobloggen
och det är inte försent att lifta till den stora staden, ta en minibuss till haifa, ännu en till tel aviv, och därefter den tredje till jerusalem för att leta rätt på svenska församlingen och deras lucia firande. men det låter väl lite väl frälst?
nåväl, nån gammal vit särk ska jag väl i alla fall kunna leta fram.
i am back in my bed. after a gurgle of salt water. a cold is coming along. i can feel it. but hey, i'll beat you before you beat me!!! it was a hard week, phew....now, i am treating myself to some of my favorite blogs, a little movie about DNA (man, i forgot probably 90% of what i was taught in school), and listening to the wind before going to sleep.