What can you say about the winter?

 What can I say about the winter?

We are getting closer to christmas and the lights are all over the place. Delightful.

But first of all I have to say something about the comments that I get. It fills my heart with an enormous joy. When I started to write the blog, I didn't know really why I was doing it. It just felt so right, just to share whatever I feel like sharing. I got the idea to write a blog from a girlfriend and the next day I was on a plane and saw the movie Julie & Julia. It's a movie about a woman who writes a blog. I've always been a big fan of co-incidents and that was one I could not ignore. So I've started this blog. Then every time when I sit and write I'm filled with a great joy. This is also something not to be ignored. The last time I was finished writing a post, I clapped my hands happily and cried: "finished!" Then my boyfriend said: So, you want to be famous?" I said: "What the hell are you talking about, it's not true." Afterwards when I thought about it I came up with the conclusion why not? Is not bad to want to be famous. I already gave up my acting career many years ago. So why not to become famous by writing? No one is going to suffer from it? I already inspired two people to come up with their own blog. I only do good. Too bad he can't see that... but anyways my boyfriend is a unique creature with a unique point of view.

Ok. - back to the comments. It's really great to get comments. How else will I know that I managed to reach the wide world out there? Everyday I check the blog overview. Sometimes there are 0 viewers and sometimes 1 and sometimes 7 and sometimes more. I don't really have time to go deep into how people can reach my blog and so on. I only have one day off a week, the rest of the time I'm busy working creating world peace. (that's when I'm not busy fighting).

I saw in another blog that the writer referred to the comments he got with a big appreciation and with an explanation why he thought or felt it's better not to respond to them, but only taking them in. I must say that I could identify with him. It's a yummy feeling, and it's important to be able to receive and not immediately to answer. I learned it from receiving compliments. If someone had said to me: "Oh, you are looking so beautiful and this dress fits you so well". I immediately reacted: "Oh, you too, look so beautiful and this dress was so cheap, I bought it on sales." Now I've trained myself to say thank you, and smile gracefully. After all, why to deny? the dress is lovely, and I did spent a remarkable time to make myself look beautiful.

Now, the name of this post is "what can you say about winter?" and I haven't said much. So here it comes:

Today I went out and it's almost a freezing temperature. I became tiered very fast. It always shocks me that in this country you can actually die if you stay outside over night in the winter. Where I come from we spend most of the year outside, and you can almost die in July-August if you don't have an air-condition. I'm always amused to find out that I sleep with the same duvet all year round, and that it's not a big deal to store away winter clothes, because anyways I will wear most of them in the summer. I mostly think that European weather keeps people looking dignified, and I feel sorry to see business people in Tel-Aviv trying to look smart, wearing designed buttoned shirts, with a big round sweat marks under their arms.

The air these days is crispy crisp. In the mornings there is frost on the ground, and the leaves on the bushes are getting these little white icy hairs that you can break easily, and it gives a very nice feeling. I go outside shortly just to get this shocking cold air, and go back at once to our over-heated house.

Today when I went out, I looked at the naked trees. So exposed, I thought to myself. And then I thought: "What can you say about the winter"? That you want to sleep and wait till it's over? That your wishes list is ending up with a warm underwear, great hat and a pair of super gloves? 

The sheeps on the side of the road on the way to Castricum where sleeping in the field at 10 o'clock in the night. Some were still busy eating (frozen grass I suppose). I came out with a conclusion that wool is in fact a very good material for the Dutch winter.

 

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Hey there! Over here the weather's been fabulous :) Today we've traveled to Jerusalem and ate at the Machne Yehuda market a "to die for" Persian food. As always, good to hear your voice echoing via the world wide web.