I meditated, ähhh, I mean I cooked. E. didn't like noodles today. Always noodles. So I was creative. I made a salad with potatoes, little green peas, an apple and mushrooms. I cut everything I had at home. With a French sauce it will be great, I thought: So I mixed garlic, Dijon mustard, red wine vinegar, olive oil, salt, pepper and herbs together. And it was great. You made too much, he told me. Fact is: nothing is left now. We had opened one of our Merlots. Ohhhhhh.
Even better we could stay at home as it is freezing cold here. I didn't even like to go out for a cup of coffee. I had opened the door to my balcony, stretched my feet out into the cold, and quickly closed the door again. Iiih, cold.
And after my creative dinner we chatted a bit. We chatted about a topic that will appear from time to time in that blog, too. It's my birthday party. I turn 50 the 30th of April. I know people who think that this is an event. Whyever. I'm already so far that I think that I should consider the organising of a birthday party as fun and not as pressure. No I won't travel away and hide in the sun. I will be here.
Now this birthday party topic is introduced. More of this topic can be expected. And this has of course nothing to do with yoga. Be it.