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IKEA, which is the talisman of happiness

holder may have been exaggerated in this post, but for me and perhaps for others, go shopping for the home, to make it more functional or simply more beautiful presupposes a state of grace I will not say, but cheerful interior.

Who, now, does not have bought a little something from Ikea, who went there just to snoop around and was later found dead of heat to the speakers, with sore feet and especially with the cart full of things that are absolutely useless, but absolutely necessary that cost so little embarrassing and then the chips are the "account" saltier in its history?

Who did those raids delicious pencils, those who have not had coffee at the bar, who did not buy the Swedish specialties (board of venison meatballs in a sauce of red currant), and a ride to the small nursery where they sell and textiles? In my little I bought, I must confess a lot of little things help you choose from my daughter who not only guided me, but it was a clever assembly.

I still remember how determination and persistence has put together a scaffalino the closet, a panchinetta which replaced an old, ugly sofa in the lobby and when I imagined it with her boyfriend has assembled the various furniture in her cottage, Christonic like a damn for all the difficulties. And I imagine
hours while taking measures, browse pages on paper and computer systems, more of his beloved Ikea! His enthusiasm is palpable, is contagious, his overwhelming joy, and light up my days I have to say that they still dark.
Yes, my daughter and my generations have found THE home of their dreams.
And I begin to dream.
The biggest house, the room for the kids .......

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Thirty

oziato I have not until now. Only
and probably I have made pies and I could not connect to the Internet.
But finally and for the joy of my 25 players are here to delight you with my rambling.
Yes, my son turned 31. It is a historic event and someone might ask me why I did not write something for his 30 years but then was not born on my blog and legendary so I do now.
The event was celebrated with the careful selection of gifts and I must say it was easy because, as he had need of useful things for his little house in Milan, Valentina and I are oriented microwave, Vac and a set of corkscrew that enjoyed so monstrous, not to mention the box of a thousand wonders chosen by her adorable love Anna.
Then choose the menu for the birthday lunch, which fills me with anguish every time, and it is repeated at every important occasion, my guests should have four stomachs and an infinite time to sample all if the whole list recipes choices could be performed. I
are limited to six appetizers (all new entries) to a sufficiently developed first, a second major and two desserts.
But the must-have for every birthday lunch in the wild boar crust and the cake with sponge cake, whipped cream and my legendary chestnut jam.
All around us can be anything but those two dishes are not just missing.
And then the main course he is, my boyfriend every Once, when he returned home, I always seem taller, or am I that I shrinks, more and more beautiful, more adorable and I must say it does not seem true to have 31 years. Even then, the day was beautiful, cold, and that afternoon when I walked in the labor room with a newspaper under his arm, readily sottrattomi from my gynecologist, began my adventure as a mother continued 18 months later and still not finished!

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Happiness

Cesare Marchi, who died not many years, was a witty professor of Italian.

taught, if I remember in middle school or above, appeared on television and has left a legacy of several books dealing with just his matter.
I do possess some and I have often refreshed his memory when I followed the children in their studies. Logical analysis, grammar, verbs, paradigms, adjectives, nouns, synonyms.

Regarding synonyms still remember the group of its personnel and those related to happiness than unhappiness and said that the family's happiness was very low and it was a list of a few lines, while the immense unhappiness was and occupied a good half a page.

Now I do not want to sound enthusiastic, ever cheerful, they are often zumpappà ever, but the dawn of my 65 years I would like to make a list of things, feelings that make me contenta, felice, soddisfatta, appagata e non sono grandi cose ma le cose del vivere quotidiano. Forse basta saper cogliere questi momenti per essere felici?
La felicità è svegliarsi al mattino contenti di cominciare un'altra giornata e non volersi ficcare sotto la moquette per non affrontare la vita.
La felicità è vedere che il tuo gatto ti guarda con occhi adoranti anche se assonnati, specie se ti sei svegliata presto (cercando di scacciare il dubbio che ti veda a forma di crocchetta).
La felicità è sentire il telefono squillare alle 8 del mattino e sentire la voce di tuo figlio che ti augura il buon giorno anche se magari approfitta di una sosta liberatoria in bagno.
La felicita è quando tra le 8 e le 9 di night your child calls you back because, even during the day he has not been felt even on messenger because he was busy. And we found both with the cordless set between the ear and shoulder while he loads the washing machine and asks you advice or asks you what to do while the chicken is still frozen. And the direct link between you and him do not ever break.
Happiness is when your son telefofona because he feels that the tone of your voice is brilliant as usual and is afraid that you feel a little unhappy, and then you understand that distance is really cleared, he is always there with you with his love and I want to say that is not a mama's boy.
Happiness is have a nice pile of books to read and I have to read them.
Happiness is having a computer and be able to figure out how to get it to work by bringing into play all of your gray cells and tonsils of your children, who still bleed, and that you are mitered to let you know what to do. It is not easy at my age (but I've got three years) to understand these new technologies, but the trauma I had been even before the camera. But I passed! Sometimes I think of ladies who also have 10 years younger than me and can read the messages on the phone.

Happiness is the joyous and festive event at 8.30 am or 6 pm when you call your daughter that her little voice Merry exclaimed "Mammuccia" and company will do when she arrives early to work or back in the evening and will make the record of the day.
Happiness is knowing that your son has a pretty girlfriend, never hurts, all right, he is happy that they are indeed happy and madly in love and know that she has something more than normal.
Happiness is knowing that your son wants to educate its children in the same manner in which he was educated.
Happiness is knowing that your daughter happy and live with a lovely guy, serious, hardworking, and I love how the first day and that will be good parents.
Happiness is hearing your child laugh like an idiot and while driving (the will jack mad) because he understood that you have eaten the fish to the "porn" instead of the oven without being able to stop.
Happiness is realizing that you spent a day without being assaulted by fury at the memory of a separation that you have ruined his life for a long time, but ended in a civil manner.
Happiness is being told that I deal with friends of my children as if they were my children.
Happiness is to dress well for your pleasure.
Happiness is to dress well without selling a kidney to buy rags.
Happiness is to have true friends, a few, which also call only twice a year to see if they are good, if everything okay, love, child labor, health and feel the joy in their voice when they hear that you are.
Happiness is health really appreciate when there and try to "love" Do not ruin for the existence of small things.
Happiness is going to look for something special as a gift but not expensive, sought consistently, lovingly, imagining his face already surprised, moved the recipient of the gift.
Happiness is things start cooking tasty and prepared with care for my loved ones or to give to friends during the holidays or just when you go to find them.
I think I could go on for a while but I think that is enough for now. I am content
a little?
I do not think.

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The gold


Afghanistan knew and still know very little.
Currently there are daily reports that shock us on this endless war that tearing apart the country, war always present in the country, even going with the memory long ago. When I was in Turkmenistan
someone in my group, indicating the surrounding told me: "That's right there and left Afghanistan to Iran" or vice versa. Harmless and majestic mountains that rise horizon.
Going even further with the memory recall of green silk, draped in a burka on a grand piano in the house of an architect who had often worked in that country but always connected with the Institute of Archaeology and an Afghan student who attended the Institute. His name
Mustamandi Bay Trail and tried desperately to graduate from our Faculty, but there were major difficulties with the greek and latin at the time, the foundations needed to attend and understand the sources that quenches those who had a classical education.
But he graduated and spliced \u200b\u200ba colleague of his studies. I still remember the tall, elegant, a little dark-skinned and could cook "the coq au vin" (prepared him for his "beautiful"). They left for his country, dug, attended the court of the king who gave their two Afghan Levier, then she returned with a trick in Italy with the greyhounds and filled with balls, sure of her husband and maybe even more.
Who can forget the agony of the Buddhas of Bamian, which crumbled in a cloud of dust harmful?
But now there is an exhibition that should absolutely go and admire.
Let the fires, interropete long phone calls, cancel appointments, drop the ladle, remove the curlers travel: there are the Ori Afghanistan that await
Luckily they extended the show till the end of November and c 'is on Tuesday to consult with schedules in which the visit is free. But for old
Carampane like me there is a reduction in the cost of the ticket. But
8 (eight) poor euros should not stop anyone. It 's beautiful, well-structured, with incredible objects in gold, of course, but also ivories, Roman-inspired glasses and I really appreciated for their museum system, supported by a thin shirt, plexiglass and other prepared a bulletin board located in a room only for them. But what I really appreciated were the enlarged photographs of some of the outfits funarari objects and their location on the garments of the dead.
And then if you are stingy, if not afraid of the weight and if it does not rain, as has happened to me, is the beautiful catalog. The first time I went there I had an attack of tirchiaggine did not want to spend 40 €, the second purchase and I was well-intentioned, it was raining, the catalog was heavy and I had to drag all day during my forays into Via Roma.
And I gave up !!!!! About
I could not put any photos. I'm a dog!
duty Appendix: any show you go to see, with the same ticket you can also visit the Archaeological Museum. On display are so admirable an incredible amount of archaeological finds.
It's really worth!