Chilling
It's been a peaceful day. I stayed at home, read, played the keyboard watched one of my new Poirot films, and surfed. For some reason, my apartment feels quite cold today. It's probably because the weather has been warmer, and so they don't turn the heat up immediately, when it gets colder again. I think it's done automatically, anyway.
Because it's a bit cold in here, I put on my warmest cardigan. It's raspberry-coloured and made of mohair wool, and it's bought, not knitted. It took me a few years to get to the point where I was a confident enough knitter to take on knitting cardigans, and now I have two, made with the same pattern. I'll probably try knitting at least one more, with thinner yarn, since I like wearing a light cardigan over my shirt when it's cold. There's always a lot more sewing involved with cardigans, which is why I don't often bother with them.
Next week I'll be translating a short text, and then at the end of the week I'll have some friends over for my birthday. This year it will probably still be very much winter on my birthday, but I remember that when I was a little girl, it was usually starting to look like spring in Finland by the first week of March. The snow would be melting rapidly, and there might even be some pussywillows. On Palm Sunday (the Sunday before Easter), children in Finland go from door to door, offering decorated willow-branches to people and receiving candy or coins in exchange. They recite a rhyme wishing the residents all the best for the coming year, or simply wish them a happy Easter. It's a bit like trick-or-treating, since most kids dress up as witches. I used to love going, and we did it every Easter for many years with my friends. It was with a slight regret we finally gave it up at age 12. We still got the chocolate eggs and candy from our parents, but it's not quite the same.
David Copperfield has left school and is going to travel to London and start to think about what career he should pursue. I feel a little regretful on that account, speaking of regrets, since I always like to read about children, and the first-person narrative of little David's experiences was interesting and well done. Still, I look forward to reading about his new adventures. There is always some plot twist in the book, and many of the characters appear only to disappear for good a couple of pages later. It's almost a shame, but evidently Dickens knew the secret of writing: always leave them wanting more...
That's another week over! Have a good leap year week and see you tomorrow!
Because it's a bit cold in here, I put on my warmest cardigan. It's raspberry-coloured and made of mohair wool, and it's bought, not knitted. It took me a few years to get to the point where I was a confident enough knitter to take on knitting cardigans, and now I have two, made with the same pattern. I'll probably try knitting at least one more, with thinner yarn, since I like wearing a light cardigan over my shirt when it's cold. There's always a lot more sewing involved with cardigans, which is why I don't often bother with them.
Next week I'll be translating a short text, and then at the end of the week I'll have some friends over for my birthday. This year it will probably still be very much winter on my birthday, but I remember that when I was a little girl, it was usually starting to look like spring in Finland by the first week of March. The snow would be melting rapidly, and there might even be some pussywillows. On Palm Sunday (the Sunday before Easter), children in Finland go from door to door, offering decorated willow-branches to people and receiving candy or coins in exchange. They recite a rhyme wishing the residents all the best for the coming year, or simply wish them a happy Easter. It's a bit like trick-or-treating, since most kids dress up as witches. I used to love going, and we did it every Easter for many years with my friends. It was with a slight regret we finally gave it up at age 12. We still got the chocolate eggs and candy from our parents, but it's not quite the same.
David Copperfield has left school and is going to travel to London and start to think about what career he should pursue. I feel a little regretful on that account, speaking of regrets, since I always like to read about children, and the first-person narrative of little David's experiences was interesting and well done. Still, I look forward to reading about his new adventures. There is always some plot twist in the book, and many of the characters appear only to disappear for good a couple of pages later. It's almost a shame, but evidently Dickens knew the secret of writing: always leave them wanting more...
That's another week over! Have a good leap year week and see you tomorrow!