The house woke up in a pretty high and effervescent mood this morning.School will finish early and it is S.Valentine’s day.This means after school treat at our favorite bakery for the girls and fancy handmade cards for me. I am a believer that this day is the day of lover but most of all of LOVE……whatever kind, whatever nature, whatever shape.
The travelling husband will be back tonight.His Valentine’s card was put in his bag before he left so to be found this morning and his cupcake is waiting for him after dinner.
The weather unfortunately doesn’t seem to share the light and happy mood of the household.It is a very grey winter day.Windy ,rainy and cold.While driving to school the wind was so heavy that the car was shaking.The windscreen was perpetually hit by the water splashed from the high waves crashing on the rocks.When I arrived at the beach with the dogs,the scenery in front of me was suggestive:The black sky embracing the grey sea and blending with the waves fed with sand.
Few people dared to challenge the weather this morning and I can’t blame them.We, ourself, had a very short walk…..possibly one of the shortest in history.
I am usually not that bother by the bad weather but today is different.Not becase it is S.Valentine but, because “nona”is coming.Yesterday I have spent most of my day cleaning the house and feebrezing everything and now,the house is going to smell of wet dogs for the rest of day.Damn!
Thank fully the weather picked up in the afternoon and I had the chance to leave the windows open,give the dogs a good brush and,to finish,spray them with a good dose of dogs cologne.May be a bit too much as they sneezed uninterruptedly for half an hour:Brilliant,no wet dogs smell but probably splattered drooled slime all over the place.
Once I sorted the dogs,I sent the girls to have a shower,did their hair ,clip their nails and be ready for the inspection.Me,in the meanwhile,I carefully checked to have no chipped nail polish either on my hands or toes.
I am right on track on my schedule and I can confidently tick all the boxes.Well,nearly,as I remember that I din’t ring the hairdresser yet.Nona doesn’t wash her hair at home,she goes to the salon twice a week no matter what and being here makes no exception.Thankfully they have an appointment for Friday. Now all the boxes are ticked!
It is still early and I can sit down and relax sipping a coffee before starting to get the dinner ready.
Speaking of which,the dinner,I really feel to give a warning to everybody out there:Never text or e-mail while operating a meat slicer.I, no doubt might be prone to slice my limbs as the few scars I have on my hands prove but, tonight, I really risked to leave two of my fingers in it. I didn’t. Everything is good.Everything is set and ready and it is nearly time to go to the airport.Off we go happy go lucky,it will be nice to have nona here for few days.Intense but nice.
The plane has landed half an hour ago and she is supposed to have only a cabin bag.I can’t really understand what is keeping her behind.It is really getting late,the girls are bored and the husband,who is now home, is probably starving.The phone rings and it is nona:”I am here”.”Here where?”,”Here just at the arrivals waiting”.”So are we but I cannot see you”……then it hits me like a tennis ball in the centre of the chest:we were waiting at the wrong terminal!
Eventually we made it home,all four of us.The traveling husband greets me with a bottle of cherry flavor Kirsch and a bouquet of flowers.I am in shock.I knew the liquor was coming but the flowers were totally unexpected and when I say it he replays that it is exactly the reason why he bought them:I was not expecting them.I can’t argue with that,can I? I can’t really even argue when he greets his mother in law asking if she is his S.Valentine present.She takes it well and we can eventually sit down and enjoy dinner and those yummy delicious looking cupcakes I am waiting to bite all day long.
A portion of moon is shining and I can see its light through the curtains of my bedroom:what a beauty.It has been a long day and I feel my whole body eventually relaxing.It is nice to have the traveling husband home.I tell him about my day and he tells me about his.
The sound of the silence of the night,the complicity of a late chat under the covers,the moonlight filtering through the curtains and a nice book:…..I don’t really see a better way to end S.Valentine’s day.