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This may sound weird, but I am in love with my husband. He got all teary-eyed today because he heard me speaking Swedish to someone on the telephone. Long story short, I’ve lived here in Sweden for almost 7 years and rarely does he hear me speak the language because he was a Swedish teacher and I feel like a two year old when I speak it, so I try not to speak it around him (or anyone else for that matter), if I can help it.
Practically every “mainstream” Cure song (Pictures of You, Just Like Heaven -esp. Katie Melua’s version, In Between Days, Boys Don’t Cry, Love Cats, And of course Friday, I’m in Love)
My new Birkenstock Bostons, since the last pair of Birks I had (purchased on a trip to Germany) my wife deemed beyond repair, and had me toss them out seven years ago… I did wear the crap out of them, though…
Cinnamon by Airiel. There is something abotu shoegazer music that I totally dig… it’s retro, but the new me attitude, which is strange I am finding myself bit by bit…
And, of course my wife and kids…
I am in love with that little window of time in the morning, when I sit down with my coffee and NPR is on in the background, before I leave the house and all hell breaks loose.
That’s a good time. Sometimes I love that time so much I stretch it out far, far longer than I’m supposed to. Like now, for example.
Your hairdryer has a blast button? What does that do?
I’ll show you next time you’re in Vancouver. I can’t talk about it on the internet.
I am in love with snuggling my dog. Right before I go in for my morning shower, she is sleeping on the couch and I wrap my arms around her and she puts her face on my chest…
I am in love with it being Friday. Even if I am covering an event for the newspaper at 8:30 a.m. tomorrow, 30 miles from home. Sigh.
I am in love with my new thrift-store $4 jeans. $4! So good! And they fit so comfy!!! And the brand-new $4 hiking boots I bought at the same time! Come to think of it, I am in love with that thrift store (where I got my $7 black Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater).
I am in love with having new brakes on my car just in time for the rain. Tomorrow: new wiper blades.
I am in love with mom and dad being such troopers about having colds even though they are in their 80s and such things are so hard on them.
Tthe word kerfuffle.
My cat when he sleeps on me, like now.
This autumn sunshiny day that smells so cool.
Tea with honey and soy milk.
Books suggested by friends.