tea and coffee

 

i will keep bombarding you with ranunculus. putting my nose against those soft flowers is a little bit of heaven each time. they feel so good.

…wondering today why they build such ugly houses here? and how come coffee and tea is so comforting? and what will i be when i grow up? and when will they find a sustainable solution for this torn country? and what can we do to make the world a better place? and what will i eat for dinner? and when will i learn how to make fire? and why do i often dream of roller coasters and wild boars? and who are you out there? and what is this blogging all about? and where will i live next? and is taking pictures just a way of creating further attachment rather than letting go? and what will be a good joke for april-fools day?…

making pillow cases. drinking tea and coffee. listening to hip hop, this song is groovy! outside it’s hailing and storming. happy i don’t need to go anywhere. i am trying to think of good movies to download from the net. i searched on some of my favorite blogs and consulted my sister and right now i have a list of a few worth while watching:

still walking, virgin suicides,the reader and flickan

anyone has more suggestions? the more the merrier.

spring light, plants and greens, coffee and tea, endless talking

one of the little life adventures lately is drinking camel milk for the first time. slightly sweeter and with a hint of anise in the end. wonderful to make pannacotta with. second adventure is getting to know my sourdough. baking breads I once only could dream of baking! third adventure is the feeling of spring, each time coming with a certain hope and trust that life is fine.

when I am not too tired from dancing, I walk, for hours, with my friend, one of us with her son on our back. climbing hills, inside the forest, down the road, weaving one conversation into the other. feeling truly grateful to be surrounded by people with whom I can communicate, striving for total honesty and openness.

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a nice cup of tea, but he prefers coffee

oh, this is the moment to be thankful for our male friends who are not potential boyfriends. or lovers. or similar. this one makes my heart beat faster but without any complications. just lots of love and fun, the platonic way…

and i could sure need some of that tonight. after a day of struggling with bureaucratic nonsense. putting it all in proportion though, i know it is simply a question of patience and more patience. no big crises, no dramas yet. another thing to be thankful about, freedom and health. easy skanking. amen.

two more

jasmin, this was my little tea moment the other day. i left the plate with the peel standing, my room smelled sweet like passion fruit and the ants were very happy. the morning coffee routine has gone lost and i drink buckets of earl grey with milk instead.

two more days. i decided to take a holiday next week, now that i have the option *which we usually wouldn’t*. i ignore my economical situation, life is too precious to make decisions only based on the fear of being broke, right? or the fear of anything for that matter.

a house full of people

even though most of you are very far away, i am so often reminded of you. except of the pictures, my house is actually built out of different spirits, to put it nicely...

everytime i make a pot of tea in my princess style tea pot, i think of mormor.
my favourite towel with pink 70's flowers reminds me of sophia.
all my lilleman knifes makes me think of mamma.
i sleep on rainers old pillow case.
my money is carried in a wallet from frkn L.
every morning when i make my coffee, i measure the amount with this little, cute wooden spoon which maarten gave me.
my kitchen carpet was made together with farmor.
my lamp is a gift from jenny.
fru A gave me my favourite pyjama.
i have a blue green coloured 'slinger' hanging in my kitchen window which ingetje made.
micke's angel is hanging in the door to my bedroom.
the butterflies on my bathroom mirror reminds me of fanny.
els's jewelry string is either decorating the wall or me.
my wolly house shoes was a present from pappa.

and so on, so on...

things i drink this weekend-continuation

it started of with whiskey. quickly followed by belgian apple beer. ice coffee. mango lassie and tea.

impressive no, in less than 48h hours? the best today was the unexpected massage i received this morning. there was a bicycle competition going on here, and they had a team of massage therapists that would treat you for donations. more massage for the people. especially if they are over-worked dancers (smile). seriously, we need objective touch. that’s what i concluded this morning.

cabin fever

today is the perfect day to wear a kimono and to enjoy a little japanese tea *read coffee* party

why to spend a fortune on organic deodorants that hardly do the job, when baking soda is the shit?? it is worth trying!

something going on in the backyard? (this was my lucia outfit. white! with the exception of a few lost butterflies)

this might look scary, but it is my very tasty borsjtj soup.


today, i am in desperate need of a little adventure. i can't stay at home one more day. i am loosing track of time, pulling my hair, scratching my belly button.

wish me luck!

morning at camp

 

i found my usb cable. bliss. oh. bliss. also, i found a second hand underskirt in zagreb. not those synthetic sleazy ones, but one from good old cotton. with a little embroidery. perhaps it was made by some croatian grandmother? made me wonder how come i almost always sleep with a pajama? and realized that if, for what ever reason. you might need to escape quickly at night, you are already dressed. you won’t find yourself naked on the street. what a level of anticipation!

i am reading another book by murakami again, this man is a genius, i wish i could invite him for a cup of tea or a glass of whiskey…i have plenty of things to tell him!

now i need to inject some coffee/take a cold shower if i want to wake from this zombie state of mind. what are your plans for this weekend, folks?

ciao!

my cup of tea

is usually a cup of coffee. and i am apparently cross-eyed while drinking.

joyful weekend

drink many cups of tea in silence (wine, coffee, water, whatever you enjoy) and cuddle a more or less furry friend, two simple suggestions for making any moment more joyful.