Things I Like
The other night I turned down a guest bed for myself. It took a while, because I wanted every comfort available at hand. That meant lugging books I am reading or might want to read up the stairs and into the other room. I have to have a bottle of water, lightly fizzy, at hand. The lamp must be the right height so I don’t cast a shadow on the book. All in all it’s a piece of work, and I didn’t pay much attention to the mousenest I was creating just for a few nights.
When I returned ready to jump in, it looked so good to me I went and got the camera and photographed it.
I’m not sure many would find it so appealing; when I’ve gathered all my necessities it is a right mess! And the bed, too, is smaller than my regular, real bed in which I sleep every night. But there was something about this ready bed that made me very happy. If only there were a pizza nearby, I would never leave it.
(Well, at least until the World Cup came on television, because there is no television in that room.)
I settled in happily, and then the phone rang. It was late, and I thought that it must be either an emergency or someone who had forgotten the difference in time zones, but it was only a super-cheerful Italian woman who’d dialed incorrectly.
L’altra notte, ho preperato un letto degli ospiti per mi stessa. Ci voleva un pò do tempo, perché volevo tutti i conforti a mano. Significava portando i libri sto leggendo o possibilmente vorrei leggere su, alla nuova camera. Devo avere una botiglia d’acqua, leggermente frizzante, a mano. La lampada deve essere all’altezza giusta che non creo io un ombra sul libro. Tutto detto, e una fatica, e non facevo tanto attenzione al nido di topo che stavo facendo, proprio per pochi notti.
Quando sono tornata, pronta per saltare sul letto, mi sembrava così delicioso che ho preso la macchina fotografia e ho scatato una foto. Non sono certa che tanti lo considerassi attraente, una volta sono collegati tutti i necessari è proprio un cassino! E anche quello letto è più piccolo del mio letto vero dove dormo ogni notte. Ma, invece, c’era qualcosa di quello letto pronto che mi ha fatto tanto felice. Se stia una pizza accanto, non lo lascierei mai.
(Almeno fino alla FIFA World Cup, perché non c’è una TV.)
Sono andata a letto contentissima, e poi squillava il telefono. Ho pensato sarebbe o un emergenza o qualcuno che ha dimenticato la differenza tra l’ora negli Stati Uniti e in Italia, ma è stata un’italiana allegrissima chi ha sbagliato il numero.
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It looks absolutely divine, and with all those books readily at hand I wouldn't get out of that bed for days!
I can do even better for you when you come, Annika. You can have your own room designed after Petipa of Ballet Russe di Monte Carlo fame.
My Italian friend doesn't understand why I moved into a guest bed for a few days. The reason is that I am exchanging the salotto for my camera di letto. I wanted to find out if the farm noises would bother me when it is done. They really don't, but there is a gallinetto learning to crow who practices at 4:30 AM, but poverino, he will depart this world soon.
Looks like fun! it's like a little vacation :) I would do this occasionally when I had a guest bed in my place.
I can understand you wanting to curl up in bed with something warm and Italian...(like a pizza!)
Oh, you are a stroppy lad!
Laura and I have been talking about you behind your back ... confusion about whether you should make dessert or be dessert. So there.
What a lovely cosy room..I'd probably fall out of the bed at some point, but still...
Thank you Judith for thinking I am funny, I don't really mean to be but odd things just keep on happening, thats why I started my blog. Sometimes there are not even words to describe what happened. THe other day in a restaurant there was a dutch porn star licking the waiters...but I didn't quite know how to write about it!
But you just did!
That's hilarious. I once got steered by a bug to a Dutch porn site. They are the strangest ever! It was all people over 60 doing incomprehensible things in a group of about 40.
I hope he/she didn't intend that to be the tip?
It all looks cozy and inviting. I bet it is not as sweltering as in the heart of the city. Thank goodness we are taking time out in the countryside and at the beach this summer.
Why are you switching bedroom with living room? (Joyeux Anniversaire, en passant!)
Merci, Petitpois.
Because the qualities of each are better for the purposes of the other... Remember that there is no door on the taverna, although it didn't exist when you were here. The stairs come up into the kitchen and eventually you do reach the bathroom.... It became my bedroom because that was the last room done. I wish it were the kitchen, but it wasn't allowed.
Stand by for an announcement. We may be thinking in a new place soon.
But does this mean your bedroom will be next to the fireplace AND the kitchen? That's the bit that seems odd to me!
You've forgotten the living room, on the right at the top of the entry stairs, whereas the kitchen is on the left. The part near the fireplace is the dining room now.
"Stand by for an announcement. We may be thinking in a new place soon."
You make me curious. What do you mean with "a new place"? Are you going to move? The house? The blog? Or will you alter a situation?
NOT the house.
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