Things are not too busy over here. I know, but meanwhile in real life I am very busy picking cocktail bites from a silvery platter of burnout. I apparently can't seem to both plan posts and actually post them, just either way, but here's a little bit of almost right here right now -
Eddi came home after a long stay in Iran and now I am having these iranian cookies wiht my evening tea - a taste of honey, pistachio and cardamom with rose and orange water, kind of like something very sweet and buttery would be drenched in perfume. But they are strangely good.
I am about to assemble yet another Råskog cart for our home. Best little cart ever. But in order for that to go smoothly I had to switch my tea to something a bit stronger.
Karen Dalton is the soundtrack for that.
And outside the November sky is infinite.
(I have been thinking of buying a telescope for some time now. That, and a theremin. And then I'd sit at home with my wine and stare out into the void and play some eerie music. Am all set!)
Ps. My son told me it's only 37 days until Christmas. Toodelido!
In a time when I kind of dream I would catch the flu so I could lay in bed and just watch Netflix with a clean consciousness (that wouldn't be able to happen even if it did happen) a weekend off is a truly amazing thing. Being in a rather constant mode of constantly needing to perform and produce things, even anticipated events in the free time start feeling like something that you have to accomplish rather than get to experience and thus becomes harder to look forward to. They turn into another task to manage yourself trough. This weekend however was totally off-duty-time and on Friday I got into a real relaxation-mode as I attended the first night of the Superwood-festival (more on that later). And then I got to spend the rest of the weekend at home! Eddi is off on a three-week work trip to Yazd, the stepsons away for the autumn holidays so it's just been me and Dag (and some to do's and work which I have exceptionally well been able to neglect) enjoying the late autumn sunshine.
The first frosty nights have arrived and left traces that won't melt away until the afternoon.
Picking rowanberries, the last ones available, to dry for a tea infusion.
Enjoying a chocolate-lingonberry cake that we baked with Dag!
And working on a new dance partner of mine for our up-coming Halloween show. Ergonomically on the kitchen floor; I've used up all other workspaces and surfaces available in the house.
And come evening, I might allow myself some non-guyilty Netflix time as well!