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Oh frabjious day!
Apr. 25th, 2006 03:44 pmIt's a public holiday. The frantic preparations for Festival are over. It's too early to really start panicking about investiture. I've got another day at home tomorrow. It's a sunny day but not too hot. The baby is mostly amusing herself on a rug. (even more happy now that she's got her nappy off).
I love this time of year. I always look at myself at this time of year, realise I'm really, really happy and remember that I always feel happy on days like today at this time of year.
It's my son G's fault. I was 19, I'd just participated in the buying of my own house, we'd been moved in for long enough that we were settled in, the apricot tree still had some leaves, and I washed nappies in the old washing machine and hung them out on the line in weather just like today's. The washing machine was just like the washing machine my mother used when I was 2 or 3 and I was washing nappies in preparation for the birth of my first child. I was in love and all my fantasies were coming true. I loved it and I was happy. Days like today always remind me of that time.
Interestingly, I don't have the same happy weather association for the day about six weeks later when Dad installed a modern hot water service, connected the gas heater and brought over the modern washing machine. I was pretty happy that day too, but it was miserable cold weather and not nearly so chirpifying or distinctive.
My weather/G association is probably why I went all domestic today. I've made bread (actually, it's still rising) and I made pasta for lunch. No, I didn't boil pasta we bought at the supermarket, I made pasta- from scratch, with eggs and flour and my pasta machine. Everytime I do that I wonder why I don't do it as a matter of course. It takes about the same amount of time as boiling the shop bought stuff, impresses the hell out of people and is yummy!!! Also, you don't need as much pasta, or as much sauce.
Now to do the sewing I promised myself I would do today.
I love this time of year. I always look at myself at this time of year, realise I'm really, really happy and remember that I always feel happy on days like today at this time of year.
It's my son G's fault. I was 19, I'd just participated in the buying of my own house, we'd been moved in for long enough that we were settled in, the apricot tree still had some leaves, and I washed nappies in the old washing machine and hung them out on the line in weather just like today's. The washing machine was just like the washing machine my mother used when I was 2 or 3 and I was washing nappies in preparation for the birth of my first child. I was in love and all my fantasies were coming true. I loved it and I was happy. Days like today always remind me of that time.
Interestingly, I don't have the same happy weather association for the day about six weeks later when Dad installed a modern hot water service, connected the gas heater and brought over the modern washing machine. I was pretty happy that day too, but it was miserable cold weather and not nearly so chirpifying or distinctive.
My weather/G association is probably why I went all domestic today. I've made bread (actually, it's still rising) and I made pasta for lunch. No, I didn't boil pasta we bought at the supermarket, I made pasta- from scratch, with eggs and flour and my pasta machine. Everytime I do that I wonder why I don't do it as a matter of course. It takes about the same amount of time as boiling the shop bought stuff, impresses the hell out of people and is yummy!!! Also, you don't need as much pasta, or as much sauce.
Now to do the sewing I promised myself I would do today.
