Do you ever have those days that start out amazing but then slowly deteriorate as the hours tick by? They begin with relaxing cups of coffee, crisp walks in the frost and then suddenly turn into howling, flatulent swamp monsters. Today was one of those days. With each passing hour, with each, ‘Are you kidding me?’ I kept thinking to myself, ‘Soon this will be over and I can bake blueberry muffins.’ I made a promise to my son and promises, as we know, are meant to be kept. At least when they involve cake.
It’s my way of dealing with stress. Some people run 20km through the city, some hit the gym, some hit the bottle, I hit the mixing bowl. It’s not about eating. Who am I kidding, it’s not all about eating. I find it very relaxing. Besides, there are only so many mornings you can have cereal for breakfast before you need a change. From then on in, the day got progressively better. I got an interesting offer (sadly not a publishing contract), I saw that little yellow line rise a little more on Amazon, I learnt more exciting facts about cows. Did you know cows can’t yawn?
The harbour is still frozen. I can’t explain how happy it makes me to see it. I think it’s because I’ve wanted to live by Copenhagen harbour every since reading Miss Smilla’s Feeling for Snow, and Peter Hoeg writes such beautiful descriptions of how the water freezes in November. I had to wait till the last day of February, I guess that’s climate change for you. Sadly the snow that seems to be covering the rest of the country is leaving us alone here in the capital. Yes, Frozen is my favourite Disney movie.
That short story I’m writing takes place during a single day in Copenhagen. Very James Joyce but, as I said, short. I really must read Ulysses, just to find out how he managed to stretch it out to such an epic novel.
I think it’s time for a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. And, of course, a little more writing.