I had Spanish cheesecake or -curd or what you would call it, with fresh blueberries and some cherry jam.
And read old magazines and did my nails. In coral.
And took out my sandals! I figured my Hasbeens'd be steady and good pregnancy shoes, although they are the "sky high"-ones. So far so good.
It struck me that it was pretty much exactly two years ago that I was sitting here on the meadow on a similar warm day like this, enjoying the sun before going to renovate our flat-to-be. Time flies!
(Although, you know when something feels like just yesterday and in the same time like an eternity ago? That time is a bit like that.)
I remember being in the same meadow with my grandparents; my grandfather took us swimming from the rocks a little further away. He'd just sit and wait, he never went in the water. And in some winters someone used to make these big snow sculptures of animals in the meadow; whales and octopuses and icebears that they'd spray with water to turn icy and hard. We'd go there with my grandmother. And you could go inside them and play and they had slides to go down along, along their tentacles and tails and so on. And I remember they used to paint part of the snow too, like the eyes and faces of the animals. But that was really a very very long time ago.