Today, I am confronted with problems that are somewhat new to me.
What kind of cake is appropriate for a first birthday? Do I have to worry about the nannies’ nerves at kindergarden when I give the kids there one small chocolate-covered cream cake each? Do I have to have a bad conscience for being happy that I don’t have to be there to clean up the mess?
And, on a completely different note (almost in another world, it seems): How should my future kitchen look like? Can I possibly predict how many plates, glasses, cutlery etc. I will accumulate in my lifetime? I mean, if I started down that road, I’d have to factor in the number of kids we’ll have, also the number (and kind of) pets, the maximum number of guests we’d ever like to have over for dinner, or the number of times I’d like to go shopping per week. It’s surreal.
Here’s a reminiscence of last tuesday (I love the way the amazing scent of this large bouquet is somehow part of that word):