Did you know...

that the Piano Concerto No2 in C minor, Op. 18 by Sergei Rachmaninov is my ultimate favorite piece of music?

What's yours?

Book list

One of my new year's goals was to read through a list of classics that i have - so i thought (proudly) that i'd share what i've read...that was until i compiled my list:

How Green Was My Valley

Germinal

The Sun Also Rises

For Whom the Bell Tolls

um..that's it. so...i think i'd better GET READING!  sheesh!

Scenes from a Rosey House

Scene 1 (8.35am):

Sleepy woman emerges from cold bedroom.  Sees cat.  Sees dead mouse beside cat. Tries not to scream.  Praises cat for giving mamma a mouse.  Cat looks pleased.  Woman finds a way to pick up (without touching) dead mouse.  Woman puts mouse in plastic bag and discards in garbage can in the sub zero degree morning.  Cat still looks pleased.  Woman feeds cat.  Cat heads to the basement. Woman begins day.

 

Scene 2 (12.45pm):

Woman is on way to work.  Woman hears thumping noises from dining room.  Woman dreads the meaning of thumps. Woman sneaks into dining room and sees cornered mouse, still living.  Woman stands on chair.  Cat looks at woman.  Woman looks at cat.  Cat looks at mouse.  Mouse tries to escape.  Woman screams. Cat pounces.  Cat looks at woman.  Woman yells "YOU'RE the cat.  YOU kill it - that's your job...i'm not the cat."  Cat ignores woman.  Woman descides to leave.  Cat ignores woman.

 

Scene 3(10.00pm)

Woman comes home from work.  Woman gingerly walks through house, flicking on every light in every room.  Woman sees dead mouse on dining room floor.  Woman discards of mouse.  Woamn praises cat who is still in the basement.

 

Scene 4 (3.00am)

Woman is awakened to thumping noises from cat.  Woman says "OH NO!"  Woman waits for 10 minutes then goes downstairs to investigate noises.  Woman sees cat.  Cat looks at woman.  Woman sees living mouse and gets on a chair.  Woman tells the cat to get the mouse.  Woman praises cat.  Mouse runs. Woman stands on chair.  Cat pounces.  Woman discards of mouse.  Cat heads back down to the basement.

 

Scene 5 (3.31am)

Woman sits on bed.  Woman cannot sleep.  Woman blogs about mice.  Woman refuses to go to basement.  Woman wonders how many more mice.  Woman is wide awake and slightly grossed out.  Woman ponders animal life.  Woman likes all animals (except roaches and rats and snakes).  Woman would prefer if mice would take up residence in the great outdoors.  Mice belong outside.  Mice do not belong in woman's house. Woman is glad she has cat. 

Snowy days are here again...

Hey - this white stuff is pretty cool - ok, not that ice that happened all night long,but the snow. i loved it when i was a kid, love it still.  i love that it covers everything and give the outdoors a fresh, clean look.  i love that it muffles sounds and gives quietness and peace to a typically bustling city.  i love that it brings neighbors out in droves to all work together for a common goal of shoveled walks and unstuck cars.  i love driving in it, purposefully sliding (when safe to do so) or doing a doughnut in a parking lot.

i love the way it falls, silently but relentlessly. i love that when melted, it helps to nourish the earth, bringing moisture to a parched land. 

When i was a child, i was a crazed snow eater. i loved the coldness and sometimes the crunchiness of the ice. 

So today is a day off - meant to be in the house and outdoors with neighbors.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hungry

i'm hungry for something not yet known.  It's a hunger that reaches deep within me...not a  physical hunger, something deeper.  It calls to me in moments of quietness.  It urges me to acknowledge it, to feed it, to find that for which i'm searching.

i don't know what it is, i don't know where to find it, i don't even know where to start searching.

All i know is that i'm hungry....

Power of suggestion

Tonight, i helped a very handsome Man decide to buy Gucci's Rush for Men.

i think he knew i really liked it when i said, in a very sultry voice, "Oh yessss..buy that one!"

i hope he comes back so i can smell him.

(i might need a ciggarette and some chocolate afterwards too!)

 

::naughty grin:::

 

 

[that Maude!]

Have to dance with the Prince

my three-year old niece is a total 'girlie girl'..and very creative as well.

Recently, she was told that it was time to take a nap but she replied to her mother that she couldn't take a nap because she needed to wash her hair so that she could go dancing with the Prince.

Yeah.

Almost three.

i think that's a very creative way to get out of nap time and apparently so did her mother, because E was allowed to skip nap time and take a bath and wash her hair.

Sometimes, just sometimes we women need to take time out to get ready to dance with the Prince. 

Even if we're only almost three yrs old.

(i wonder if it's too early to start her wearing heels???)