philosopher

I just thought the the world couldn’t do worse ( in a variety of ways) but of course I was wrong: i’m fighting over a chapel in my father’s birthplace. Yes. I don’t think that i will need to go to court, but I’m not so sure. This is defying all the Secret , Key or other new age stuff (which has worked well for other things, though). All comes from a will and a dead cousin, and it would be laughable if not sad. More, I’m now sure that my other cousin, the one who was sick in November, has a brain tumor (and her behaviour was a consequence, not a cause). I’m going to see her, and as you can imagine there is not much I can do. Yeterday me and husband had a golf ball sized serving of ice cream, and are still ridden with guilt. Now I have my half hour left before dinner to run, and there I go. bye ( don’t say anything about weight because it is bad news, either)

Yesterday I went back to running: it was a wonderful day, cold and windi and clear. It was simply impossible to stay at home. 45 minutes, 3 miles. Wow!

This  is a valentine for my buddy slim friends.
Well –being  S. Valentine list:
•    Love the ones you are with ( spouse, hubby, children,  parents, pets, friends…)
•    Love yourself (first  thing and always): whatever happens we are all trying to do our best.
•    Indulge (not binge:  we’ll have a diet –savvy Valentine meal, that , I know, sounds awful – not very romantic, anyway, but strawberries and a glass of sparkling white wine will do fine)
•    Indulge 2 : buy a present for him/her, or  prepare something yourself (yesterday evening I did the wee small hours to finish my handmade valentine while my husband snooze on the couch). It doesn’t have to be something expensive, but inexpected, or cherished , anyway different from last minute store bought chocolates: I  bought my “old bag “ (that’s how he sees himself, at least sometimes, when he thinks  I could do equally better without him) his favorite bathfoams from L’occitane, picked a cd on his list (he has a list in a store), a never seen before dvd, and the latest Patricia Cornwell book (out two days ago here)
•    Have a good day ( tomorrow, St. Faustino, here in Italy is the Patron Saint of singles, together with St. Anthony – at least in my town. It is a tradition to throw your shoe or slipper against your front door on St Anthony ‘s Day, January 17. If the point faces outside, you are going to marry , or at least fix a date,  within the year. If this matters, it did so the year I married,  1992)

It is snowing again and I am in bed with a bad cold, coughing and sneezing and with a bulbous red nose. The good is I can stay in bed all day long or so. No need for eating, or working, even my husband knows now that i need to be alone in order to recover (I usually kill my colds with antistaminics, but sometimes they simply don’t work: swallow a pill or not is perfectly the same thing) it seems like my body gives up, when it’s overwhelmed: by work, problems, anguish (like my cousin health that is frailing, and i couln’t yet bare to see her), money, things to do at home, deadlines etc. Maybe I am a bit like my cat who uses to sleep a lot, and of course she has someone (us!) who care for her. And yesterday we had a good day, with my sister in law and my nephew who finally went for dinner. It was my husban’s birthday so we had his favourite dishes and a cake. And now all I want is a good rest