It's an unusual, funny and curious Spring.
I've spent much more time on different flights than at home and\or in my office. I've spent much more time with flight attendants, coworkers and customers than with my family, my plants, my books and my places.
I'll talk about all of this, a special person, a special plant, a special book and a special place for now.
Who I sometimes name-call "cretino" is my hubby. I think he is one of the few men in the world with more than two neurons in the brain and this is why I definitely chose him many years ago. I love him because he sweats when he sleeps and his skin smells like a wet dog (in Italy "il cagnuss"). My transity property: I love dogs, I like dogs smell, my hubby smells like a dog, I like my hubby smell.
With who I like to speak are my roses and my new cirmolo tree. Since I live in alien land (I miss countryside, I'm facing up!) I've opted for a little piece of ground: this is my garden. I've never had a garden although my father has got hundreds hectares land and I lived in this land for 30 years! It's funny, isn't it? My green finger orders me to talk to my red and yellow roses, to brush the little cirmolo. Gardening makes me feel a real housewife.
I've just read "Un giorno questo dolore ti sarà utile" by Peter Cameron. A contemporary "The Catcher in the Rye" by J. D. Salinger, a new "Norwegian Wood" by H. Murakami. This book has reminded to me "The wackness" film by Jonathan Levin ("Fa la cosa sbagliata" in Italy): it's hard to realize who we are and who we'd like to be (for others!).
A new special place in my life since yestarday: Solaiolo (TN). Here I met Noldo, a sheperd that likes drink a lot at any time of the day, and his sheeps. Noldo does two particular thinks that make me crazy: he repeatedly says "madojià" (Madonna!) to highlight everything and he makes a disgusting grappa that offers to everyone. So he politely offers to everyone grappa, he drinks for much more time, everyone is disgusted.
