Frankly, I don’t care too much about women’s day, which March 8 (this day) definitely is. I do agree that women should be celebrated and they need to have the same rights as men. Moreover, I have taken more than one literature course focused in women’s writing. I enjoyed these courses, I enjoyed these books. Women do have a specific power when they write and they know how to employ it. But a special day when all men bring flowers? Nah, not really my cup of coffee (nowadays, I’m more of a coffee freak than a tea drinker). Flowers? I much prefer something edible, such as pineapples. We don’t even have plants because our cats destroy everything. Yes, flowers are beautiful but they don’t bring too much joy to me. But I could eat a pineapple or a mango. I don’t really love with my eyes (although I like beautiful bodies, etc.), I prefer touch. Tactile love.
As an aftermath of my birthday, I had some more guests over and one of them happened to be a man who had brought flowers for all the women who came. I also got flowers from a female friend who herself simply loves flowers. It was nice, I have to admit, but I also know that in two days we’d be leaving for Portugal. Oh, and the edible gifts they brought? Right on spot! Much better than all the gift cards we have been giving each other lately.
1. Own and live in a house.
Too busy cleaning and cooking for the guests, didn’t work at all nor did anything else for the house.
2. Write AND publish a book.
Some days, I only have time for reading. This, too, is important for improving one’s writing style. Currently, I’m reading Julie Powell’s Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously. I do like the style and the elaborateness.
3. Win a major race.
Just an easy run once again. The roads were snow free but as the snow was melting, it was all wet. My feet were soaking wet already in a few minutes. Definitely not the most pleasant run, quite awful to be honest. One of those days when you just need to get something done.