Snow!

After a sleepless night where I read the second-last edition of Internazionale, I decided to wake up from bed at 6.20. I took a sample of Monocolo's urine to test and Andrea took it to the vet hospital (everything under control... we're just checking how his kidney stones are doing!).
I took the longest hot shower possible. I had a cup of milk and bread with my mom's chestnuts cream on it. Checked the internet and went back to bed from 9 to 11. At 11 Andrea called me saying that it's snowing. Snowing????? I can't believe it. Yesterday it was such a glorious sunny day and today it is snowing? I rushed outside to cover the plants... and yes, it's snowing for real!
So I cooked a minestrone (vegetable soup) and had that warm looking out the window to the snow flakes coming down.
It's so good today to stay at home... warm and fuzzy.

The cradle of love!

The cradle of love!
Originally uploaded by margiana.

I am now back in Bologna, and I accomplished a lot of things in Rome.
First of all I enjoyed the last days of sun on the beach by taking long walks, smelling salty air and walking in the cold, clear waters of a September sea... That was so relaxing and refreshing!
Than my mom and I finished our cradle projects and came out a success... at least for our expectations which were kind of low. We also sewed the little comforter. Oh I wish I could just take a nap into this cradle... inside is soft and warm!
Other than this... I had a beautiful walk in old Roma city center. I came hope exhausted but I enjoyed probably the last walk ALONE in the places I love the most. I walked through the Vatican City, over Ponte Sant'Angelo, throught Borgo Pio until Campo de' Fiori... and then from there to Piazza di Spagna passing through Piazza Navona and Piazza del Pantheon, Via del Corso and Via Frattina...
It was a beautiful day and I loved it!

There's magic in the air....

There's magic in the air....
Originally uploaded by margiana.

It's like blowing wishes in the air. It is such a magical and 'dreamable' thing. Andrea and I one night got out in the garden and started playing with the soap bubble and finished to follow them floating around with childish eyes. That is why I love him so much. He has childish eyes!

This morning I feel gloomy. I woke up and the sky is white. No more fog but ready for snow. The hyacints in the garden are almost blooming and all the bulbs have already their green juicy leaves out of the ground. It's getting colder and winter days are awaited and I am not ready for that after this spring-months. It's just like the seasons are exchanging time... summer-autumn-spring-winter.
I slept until late and then had my breakfast with Elisa playing on the stereo.

One of my dear friend is living her hell out since on Monday she's gonna have a biopsy. Her last smear test had some abnormal results and even if I feel everything is going allright, I can't stop thinking about what she is feeling now. I wish I had the power to clean some of her thoughts off.
Lots of memories of a similar things happened in the past crowd my head. It's not a nice feeling.
The only power I have is the power of prayers and this is what I'm doing. So those bubbles are now lots of prayers send to God...all for her in those days.
If any of you want to join me in praying for her I'll be grateful.
Thanks.

Fog.

Winters in Bologna are usually cold and foggy. This winter is not cold at all, yesterday we had 8°C and it is wierd. But thick fog invades the scenery.
There's no dawn, nor sunset... no moon and stars, only thick grey fog.
Of all the things I got used to living in this region, the fog is something I can't get along with.
It alters my perceptions: muffled sounds, scary shadows, musty smells.
Yes, the smells bothers me as much as the inability to see things clear. I get out around 5am and I don't even worry for what is in front of my bycicle wheels, there's no way I can see anything... the lights of the street lamp, usually very strong, are useless. And the smell... I try to filter it with my scarf that smells of my favourite parfume but still it gets in my nostrils like a subtle ghost and gets in my lungs where I imagine it condensing in polluted water and drowning me.
I bring this imagine it with me the whole day and the mission is try to colour and parfume what remains out of the fog. It's not an easy task and since my physical activities suffer this deprivation of liberty, everything is harder.
Sometimes I feel lost in the fog. I lose every point of reference, I don't know where is north or south or my home or my bike. At work it's destabilizing. I wait for the aircraft to land parked in my place at the stand, than I hear the sound of it, a sound amplified (this time) but can't recognize the type of aircraft (usually I do...I know when there's an MD80. a 737 or an A320 or a small ATR landing)....can't see the light of the Follow Me truck until it's some 10 meters from me... and still don't see the aircraft and then, all of a sudden it appears and can see the big nose of it and it is extremely close!
That makes me think of the sailors and the pirates or of the merchants in the sea. They were brave! Lost in the sea.

Well, it's 3 days my head is aching me terribly. I feel in a ball of glass, can't bear light, nor sounds.
I work, all dressed up from head to toe with double sweaters, special jacket (the only coloured thing), hat, gloves but the head beats every heartbeat.
It's the fog-ghost that doesn't want me to colour the landscape and paints my thoughts of grey and shades of dark.

I shouldn't complain because at least it's not terribly cold but I feel paralyzed by the lack of mobility, the narrow-sight and the colourless landscape.

I need some wind blowing.