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Vi piace il mio cestino porta uova? con l'occasione vi parlo un pò di uova e galline. Che nn basta mai.







Le uova sono una gran bella faccenda. A vederle così, chi potrebbe mai dire che da lì uscirà un pulcino? 

Io da piccola le raccoglievo. Oggi non lo faccio piu, ma di galline ne abbiamo ancora nell'aia.

Se ne stanno lì con l'aria di sfida, e danno la caccia ai vermini. E passeggiano 
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E no, io non me l'aspettavo. Diciamo che qualcosa di strano nell'aria c'era, ma visto che nessuno mi dava retta, a un certo punto ho pensato bene di mettermi a letto. Pigiamone, tv e letto. Ore 22.00. 

E mentre fai zapping senti una musica strana e pensi "ma che musica c'è a stà trasmissione!?", poi ti affacci al balcone e ta-dan!



 la SERENA -TA- TA- TA* 
ed è stato meraviglioso, sotto un 
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Forse con questa meraviglia di mentuccia-presa dall'orticello di casa-era meglio farci un mojito. Anzi, è sicuro. 





Ma il tempo instabile e la temperatura non certo estiva mi hanno frenata. Peccato. Perchè?




Ragazzi, qui non ce n'è. 

Dove sono finite le ricette?! ma soprattutto, dov'è finita la mia buona cucina, quella che il Finn adorava e che lo aveva fatto ingrassare una decina di 
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C'è che dopo un week end del genere uno l'Italia la sente casa sua.





 E assapora tutta l'amarezza di non sentirsi al sicuro, in nessun luogo. Non c'è scuola, non c'è paese, non c'è casa. Dovunque ci sentiamo in pericolo, e vicini a chi, adesso, ha paura.

 Paura per i nostri piccoli, che non riusciamo a difendere. Paura perchè la terra ci trema sotto i piedi.

Il Panico. Io ricordo il panico
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Stamattina ho preso il solito bus e mi sono messa lì a pensare che penso troppo ultimamente.

Olive Kitteridge  l'ho lasciata ieri sera tra i pensieri di un nuovo uomo, dopo la morte di Henry e varie vicissitudini. 

La ragazza con gli occhi di lupo mi ha stupita. Tre volte, all'alba .
 Baricco, grazie, perchè senza te molte cose nn mi appassionerebbero e 
non penserei nemmeno lontanamente 
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Giorni in cui mi sento come nella foto ce ne sono. Molti.

Va tutto di corsa, l'abito è cosi perfetto e io troppo imperfetta. Presuppone qualcuna un pò "più".

Ma è bello anche questo. Mi piace sentirmi un pò fuori dallo schema, fuori da ciò che dovrei essere per essere perfetta.


 Non mi piace essere quella che sa tutto su tutto e che lo fa meglio.  Che se vado in palestra, io lo faccio 
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io che vorrei starmene a crogiolarmi sotto il sole... e invece sto qui, al freddo, con la neve sulle montagne, a rimirare sera dopo sera la salamandra proveniente dall'Australia sul mio comò.... ehhhm... ma non erano le civette  a stare sul comò? o.o



La mia estetista ne ha una proprio sopra il lettino abbronzante. Fa molto estate. 



 L'Australia è un posto dove mi piacerebbe andare. Ma 
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Ci sono dei giorni in cui una si sente un pò abbandonata. In cui sai più degli altri giorni di non poter salvare il mondo e i tuoi cari dalle piccole fregature della vita, che anche quelle fanno male. Giorni in cui realizzi, sei piu forte, ma comunque ci rimani di me**a. E io spesso ci rimango di me**a. Però tutto passa velocemente, perchè, grazie al cielo, so anche che la vita è bella, veloce 
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Keep calm and be in love. BE IN LOVE- dobbiamo tenerlo bene a mente quando la frenesia di ogni giorno ci risucchia nel vortice dei doveri. Prendi il Finn, lo guardi negli occhi e gli dici che lo ami.
LO A M I. Forte piu che mai. E ti manca ogni secondo non passato con lui. E potresti stare li a guardarlo giornate intere. E potresti prenderlo per mano e perderti con lui, nel mondo.



 Prendi 
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E dopo le scarpe ecco le foto dell'abito che ho scelto per il mio ricevimento di nozze. Molti l'hanno confuso con l'abito delle nozze, ma nn è così, infatti da noi - come se nn bastasse il pranzo del matrimonio- si usa fare un ricevimento nel quale tutti accorrono a portare i propri regali e nel quale vengono consegnate le fantomatiche bomboniere.... come dire, ci si toglie il dente in una 
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Come promesso, ecco a voi le vertiginose scarpe.





Salire su certi trampoli per me è stata una scommessa riuscita. Se ce l'ho fatta io ad indossarle per una serata, può farcela chiunque. Notate che ho detto una serata.... ho ancora seri dubbi per scarpe del grande giorno!

Comunque, appena ho visto queste signorine, ho subito pensato che sarebbero state perfette per un abito da sposa, ma sul 
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COME. QUANDO. FUORI. PIOVE.  E io sono in casa, in un angolo virtuale della mia anima, a guardare fuori dal vetro. C'è caldo, la pioggia é destinata a svanire in poche ore, i tuoni spaventano il gatto, i fiori si rigenerano e io cerco un pò di pace. Standby da quello che succede intorno. Squillasse il telefono, ora, nulla potrebbe distogliermi dalla pioggia e dal suo spettacolo. 

Una breve 
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Sono stressata. Stressata. Stressata. Mantra del giorno. Sono stressata.

Non credo posso andar bene... ma oggi è così, e dovesse cascare il modo io entro stasera troverò le mie scarpe, alte basse, belle o brutte. Le troverò.

 



Ora faccio questo giochino che mi ha passato Silvia però. Così mi ricordo anche delle belle cose che mi pioacevano quando avevo del tempo per me... -.-

 

1) Qual è
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Devo rivolgermi ad entità divine, oggi,  e dire "grazie". Grazie perche non soffro di manie, disturbi compulsivi, e nevrosi, chè se fosse cosi io questa settimana starei in agonia. O forse sarei già morta.



Tipo non ho bisogno di avere il frigo sempre in ordine e le lattine ben allineate come fa Justin Timberlake, non ho bisogno di pulire ossessivamente la casa e i bicchieri. Non ho la fobia 
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Pare che Hannibal stia arrivando. Di certo, qui, i ranuncoli  son già tutto un fiorire.


 



meaning: "Il tuo fascino è radioso".


Per chi non  avesse ancora letto questo libro [Il linguaggio segreto dei fiori]
lo consiglio vivamente. Io amo i fiori - casa del Finn ne è sommersa, grazie a me :)  - e leggere questo libro mi ha fatto venir voglia di lavorare in un vivaio.... eppure mia cugina,
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Abito sotto un troll, lo sapete. Ma la realtà è ben più dura: il troll occupa metà del mio appartamento, peggio, la parte superiore del mio duplex. Ergo, nel mio piccolo soggiorno c'è una scala che non porta da nessuna parte. A tal proposito vorrei segnalare il fatto che da giorni il troll non si vede-non si sente. C'è però uno strano odore 
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Oggi mi piacerebbe passeggiate sulla quinta strada, tutto il giorno.

Giù di corsa dal treno a Penn Station, sguardo rapido ai grattacieli che tagliano il cielo, ricordarsi di non prendere la 33esima: c'è una puzza allucinante a Korea town.
 Ci siamo.

Su per Broadway fino a Times Square. Mi fermo un attimo davati al grande schermo che riflette la mia immagine, mi saluto e procedo. 




 [nella
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Tre anni in cui ho tenuto un po gli occhi chiusi. Ho guardato dall'altra parte. Ho cercato di ignorare il problema, come spesso mi capita di fare, finchè il tutto non si risolve secondo logiche universali.  
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Credo, ormai da qualche tempo, che alcuni problemi che si abbattono nelle nostre vite non possano essere 
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E invece 
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Buona Pasqua e scusate il ritardo. Spero sia stata una festa per ognuno di voi, spero che le vostre giornate siano state piu calde delle mie -anche se ne dubito- e infine spero che vi siate riconciliati col mondo. Ne abbiamo bisogno tutti un pò.Qui sono successe certe cose. In ordine sparso:- ho conosciuto la Lo, amica gallinella, persona speciale e vera. Aveva con se una famiglia meravigliosa, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oc9UxN4REzniFigCYqdSf8Lz6Lo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oc9UxN4REzniFigCYqdSf8Lz6Lo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Verdepomodoro/~4/08-m_gd5vkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://verdepomodoro.blogspot.com/2012/04/decorazioni-pasquali-dyi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGR3wyfCp7ImA9WhVXE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158499598620094892.post-4073236635910068846</id><published>2012-04-01T11:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T13:48:46.294+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-13T13:48:46.294+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="in the garden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diy" /><title>Il gazebo l'abbiam curato!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://verdepomodoro.blogspot.com/feeds/4073236635910068846/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://verdepomodoro.blogspot.com/2012/04/ieri-dopo-una-giornata-passata-sotto-il.html#comment-form" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2158499598620094892/posts/default/4073236635910068846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2158499598620094892/posts/default/4073236635910068846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Verdepomodoro/~3/oDvlKItRd_k/ieri-dopo-una-giornata-passata-sotto-il.html" title="Il gazebo l'abbiam curato!" /><author><name>Serena  [verdepomodoro]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701173336053591300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QcPNRpi_2dU/SQXJbG4bg7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/m7oOKyGLk88/S220/infper.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktO57wp-Lv4/T3gaVslWmlI/AAAAAAAABqo/INGzN6f6ZiM/s72-c/P1060120.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Ieri, dopo una giornata passata sotto il sole cocente di fine marzo, ho capito due cose: Se ce l'hai il gazebo lo devi curare, e spalmarlo di creme contro le sue scottature. Ma fatti aiutare da amici fidati e segui le istruzioni (qui);
Spennellare è un'occupazione tra le più rilassanti e socializzanti che io conosca. Svuotamente.


 Di buon ora (nel senso- non troppo presto) io, il Finn e uno dei
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....and back again........again........again....
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