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a rainy morning and the last hundred pages of a book
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Rainy sundays are perfect for reading russian literature and drinking hot strawberry tea
Slow sunny afternoons were created for drinking matcha bubble tea and reading english literature in the park
Life in China #12 Weather in the South
The weather here is even more unpredictable than that of the UK. The day started out unexpectedly hot, hitting 34-35 with the air more humid than a sauna, and it ended with a thunderstorm and feeling like I was inhaling water everytime I breathed in.
Today was a good day overall. BUT a bad pots day. I couldn't keep myself upright like I usually can. (Sitting on the couch or in my comfy chair, hell I couldn't even sit reclined on my bed.) I had to lie down 70% of the day.
Despite doing everything I knew to try and help, I was so, so dizzy and very, very shaky. I'm surprised I did NOT faint, with how I was feeling. Uff da.
I should have been able to enjoy the day, given that it was rainy the entire time. But it was like outside of the house didnt exist today. There was only my room and the living room.
I briefly stepped outside on the porch to grab a package today and that was it. My new incense arrived! So that's a positive. One variety set of foresty and rainy smells. Then another that had a mix of things like lemongrass, cedar, and I've now already forgotten the rest in that pack.
I also got magnesium spray to massage into my feet before passing tf out at bedtime. Here's to hoping that it helps.
Street before the night, street under the rain ~
Artworks done in July 2018, over roughly 3 sessions of speedpainting - photoshop, no reference used. Inspired by streets pictures and based on an acrylic underpaint that I had started and scanned ~
cloud cookies with friends!
Debbie dropped by over here, bringing some nice rainstorms. In light of that, & needed to use up my extra ricotta from stuffed shells, I decided to do a little something Iâve seen around here as I baked some cloud cookies (soft ricotta cookies with a glaze). đ§ïž
Sora (Castform) was watching the clouds & rain roll by as Rain (Vaporeon) helped me in the kitchen (very important that you know she helped!). Skye (Altaria) waited eagerly by the oven, & now these three sillies canât wait to have one - gotta wait until âIkritâ comes home! đ©”
See you with the next DxP REWRITE update on Sunday! Until then, stay safe!Â
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PS: I forget where I found this recipe online, but this is the one I use (plus a tiny bit of sparkly sugar before the glaze sets). Have fun! đ§ïž Cloud Cookies:
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup unsalted butter (softened)
1/2 of 15 oz whole milk ricotta cheese (about a cup)
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 egg
2 cups flour
1 tbsp baking powder Glaze:
1 cup powdered sugar
1/8 tsp vanilla
1 tbsp milk
Recipe:
Preheat oven to 350.
Line a baking sheet parchment paper.
Cream sugar & butter on low speed until light & fluffy.
Add ricotta, vanilla, & egg - mix.
Add dry ingredients - mix into a dough.
Scoop 12 cookies onto baking sheet.
Bake for 15-20 minutes, or until light golden brown & the tops bounce back.
Cool cookies on wire rack (careful, theyâre soft!)
Prepare glaze - combine powdered sugar, vanilla, & milk (add more milk if itâs not liquid enough).
Glaze cookies when cookies are completely cooled.
Enjoy! Notes: For a lemony flavor: add 1 tbsp lemon zest to cookie dough, & substitute 1 tbsp milk for lemon juice to glaze (add milk if not loose enough) đ
PKMN & rainy resources
Itâs raining again, & Soraâs in a reading mood (I like how her eye markings look like glasses, hehe).
So, I donât have much of a mind for science (I share Ansyâs weakness to numbers lol), but I do find it interesting! Sora could probably tell me everything Iâd want to know about meteorology (sheâs originally from Hoennâs esteemed Weather Institute after all), but for now, here are some things Iâve found helpful for the casual weather fan đ§ïž
The book sheâs reading (âCloud Spottingâ by Pocket Nature) is a good start: this is the first weather book I owned which combines cloud facts with mindfulness. One fact thatâs been on my mind lately is the fact that most weather happens only 7 miles (11.2654 km) up - mind blowing when people drive more than that in a day! I guess one way to think about it is âsomething that looks out of reach might be closer than you thinkâ âïž
NOAA (National Weather Service) - Stands for the âNational Oceanic & Atmospheric Administrationâ the best place to follow the forecast in my country. While certain folks would like to limit this resource, it would be a great disservice, especially with Hurricane Helene currently blowing through the southeast (& I just learned might reach me a little with some storms - thanks NOAA!). âïž
MinuteEarth - An offshoot of âMinutePhysicsâ (quick animations teaching physics stuff in a way that even I could follow!), MinuteEarth teaches bite-sized lessons on earth sciences, including weather, & sometimes PokĂ©mon cameos! Some of their fun rainy videos include âHow Mushrooms Make it Rainâ, âWhat Came First: The Rain or Rainforests?â, & my personal favorite, âWhy Doesnât All Thunder Sound the Same?â (if you watch it, look for Zapdos!) âïž
Even if you have trouble following the technical aspects of a science like me doesnât mean you canât enjoy it. I donât think thereâs any shame in learning at the pace you learn, or in the way you learn. The important thing is that you learn! đđ§ïž
rainy day àŒ*·Ë
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synopsis: itâs a rainy day and you are bored, so you decide to watch a movie with your kids
It was a rainy day; the world blurred. A dusty sky with its veiled hush was covering like a blanket the already dead calm.
Your stare was fixed at the window, watching droplets drip down, as young winds whispered at the glass surface. A huge smokey shadow covered the buildings around, deepening their color, while showering the trees at the glistering road, pattering sharply on their leaves.
No one had warned you about the sudden change of weather in the middle of summer.
It was one of those days, calendars blank and empty and telephones off. You could go nowhere because of the weather and you could do nothing but keep watching this otherworldly winter unravelling in front of you.
Earlier Timothée was so bored that he asked you to cut his hair - just a little - and you made him cut yours back. And now you both sat at the kitchen table, eating some leftover spaghetti while discussing your upcoming vacation.
It was mysteriously cold, so cold that Timothée took off his sweater and offered it to you. Wet hair was pinching your neck and hands were deeply buried in the sleeves, trapped between dark blue knots. You were both so tired and bored, eyes almost closing. The only light that entered the room was these faint altered rays, lining the furniture and making shadows jump up and down.
Flip-flops clapping against the floor broke the hypnotizing atmosphere. Before your eyes even turned to the door, you both knew that those little steps belonged to your daughter, Irene. She was always running, as if someone was chasing her.
« Baby ! », Timothée called her in a melodious tone. He pressed his lips into a grin when she popped at the door.
« Hello ! », you opened your mouth into a surprised smile.
« Iâm bored ! », she whined desperately.
« Bored ? », he asked, like he just heard the craziest conspiracy theory, and stood up from his chair to open the lights.
The room burst with blinding rays, so blinding that you had to squint your eyes.Â
« Yeah, » she pouted her mouth and raised her hands in Timâs direction. He took her in his arms, letting her claw tight onto his chest, fingers slowly drifting on the back of his neck and fumbling on the silver chain that hung around him.
« What do you wanna do ? », he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing on her shoulder.
« I donât know, » Irene mumbled.
You couldnât restrain your smile, and even though you didnât participate in that sweet father-daughter moment, you felt your heart steeping pure happiness. And suddenly, you were alive, and awake, and full of energy. The same spark that appeared in your eyes, you could see it in TimothĂ©eâs as well. It was magical how your kids could change your entire mood by just appearing in a room and whining about being bored.
« You donât know ? », Tim asked softly, pulling some roots of hair behind her ears. « We can do something all together. Mom and I are bored too. »
« Ren, where is your brother ? », you asked then. She slightly raised her eyes at you and shrugged.
« Donât know, » she mumbled with her sweet childish voice and then breathed out heavily. « Iâm bored ! » Tim let her sit on the kitchen counter as he moved to make some coffee. « Mom, Iâm bored ! »
« Okay, what do you want to do ? We could play a board game, all four of us. »
« We always play board games when itâs raining, » she pouted her lips again, arms hugging herself and feet kicking the air. « And Marc always wins... »
« What are you all doing here ? »
« There he is, my sweet boy ! », Timothée turned his head back.
« Hi, » eyes scanned all of you.
« Come here, love, » you opened your arms. Marc walked closer leaning his back on the table beside you. He looked at you for a while before speaking.
« Itâs nice, » he said, his fingers moving to your hair. « Did you cut it ? »
« Yes, daddy helped me cut it. Itâs nice, isnât it ?», you smiled and planted a kiss on his skin. You heard TimothĂ©e chuckle in the background as Irene gasped, rushing to get back down at her feet.
« Hey, careful there, » Tim said. She ran to you and started touching your hair, twirling pieces and playing with them. Gradually she took a seat in your lap and you brought her closer until her head nestled on your chest just like when she was a baby. Your hand pulled your boy close into a tight hug and your mouth touched his forehead.
« Ah mom ! », he groaned trying to set himself free.
« Oh, donât play it so tough, I know you love hugs, » you kissed him again all over the face, laughing at his failed attempts to free himself before he actually managed to escape.
« I donât need hugs ! », Marc groaned.
« You donât ? », you ruffled his hair. « Dad cut his hair too, you know. » They both turned to him.
« Dad, dad, can I see ? », Irene asked excitedly.
« Itâs just the edges, baby. Nothing noticeable, » Tim answered to Irene, pulling his hair back.
« I want to cut my hair too ! Dad, will you cut my hair ? »
« Thereâs no way Iâm cutting your hair, » TimothĂ©e replied with no hesitation. « If you want to, we can call the hairdresser tomorrow and... »
« But you cut momâs, why not mine ? »
« Isnât it better if we go to a professional ? », he asked her, walking closer to you. « I donât want to accidentally ruin your hair. »
« But momâs hair is not ruined ! Youâll be careful. »
« Will you stop being such a baby ? », Marc popped up but she just stuck her tongue out at him and he imitated her move.
« Hey, hey, hey, guys, » you entered. « Be nice to each other. Come on, you are brother and sister. » They breathed out at your words and rolled their eyes. « So, » you clapped your hands together, trying to change the subject. « What are we going to do ? »
« We could watch a movie, » Tim suggested, slithering his arms around Marcâs shoulders.
« Yes ! », Marc looked up at him eyes wide.
« Yes ! Puss in Boots ! »
« No ! Not again ! »
« Okay, why donât you go to the living room to pick a movie as I cut you some fruit ? », you let Irene to the ground.
« Okay ! », she kissed your cheek before storming out. « First one that goes to the living room picks the movie ! »
« Hey ! Thatâs not fair ! », Marc yelled following his sisterâs steps. « Dad she cheated ! »
You glanced at Timothée as you stood up, his eyes still fixed on the door even when they disappeared, hoping for a small head to pop again and run in your arms.
« I love them so much but theyâre crazy, » his words made you chuckle. He grinned, his stare following you as you moved to the counter to get some fruits. Tim helped you, getting the plates from the upper cupboards. « I feel a little guilty. Do you think I shouldâve cut their hair ? Irene does need a haircut. Her hair is way too long. »
« No TimothĂ©e, you canât always do what they want, » you replied focused on your work. « They literally have you wrapped around their little fingers. »
« Come on, » he leaned against the counter. You gave him a look that made him laugh. « Maybe just a little. » His fingers moved to your hair. « Your hair is still wet. » You touched his head, hand sliding down to his cheek.
« Yours too. » He grinned, stare fixed on you, watching your every move. Even if you felt his eyes you tried to ignore them.
« You need help ? », Tim asked then, coming closer, standing right next to you.
« No, love, » you replied. His arms circled around your body as he pressed his lips on your cheek. You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his cold fingers running under your sweater and around your stomach, causing small spasms in your waist. « Iâm holding a knife ! »
« Then put the knife down and kiss me ! », he pinched your skin.
« Ah ! Okay ! Okay ! », you let it fall down.
You turned to him and cupped his face, bringing him down until his hair touched your forehead and his lips lingered close to yours. He tilted his head to the side, a sweet smile marked on his mouth. And with eyes closed, he kissed you softly and settling. When you separated you held his cheeks squeezed, and sprinkled kisses all around his face, making him let out the prettiest giggle.
« Why donât you go and check on the kids ? », you asked.
« You donât need help ? », he asked.
« No. »
« No ? You sure ? »
« Yeah, just take the coffee, please. »
Timothée stared at you for a few moments smiling fondly like he wanted to tell you something.
« Okay, » he pecked your cheek one last time, stroking your back on his way out.
« Found a movie ? » They both mumbled something in response, laying on the couch in front of the TV remote. « Irene, baby, turn your head, » Tim said. She listened, even though she was too focused on watching Marc changing the movies. He set her curls free and while balancing the scrunchie in between his teeth, he pulled them up high, out of her face.
« Not that one ! », passionately her voice echoed.
« Mars ? », he asked then.
TimothĂ©e loved your kids. He loved watching them, spending time with them, taking care of them. And the more they grew, the more he loved them. Thatâs why he couldnât stand the view of his boy having both hands under his t-shirt, hugging his shoulders.
« Mmm... »
« Are you cold, baby ? »
« Just a little. »
« Want me to bring you a sweater ? »
« Yes, please. »
« Ren ? »
« Iâm not cold. »
« Alright, » he lightly laughed, thinking how funny it must have looked that he just couldnât sit for two seconds without having to stand up again.
A few moments later, you walked inside, taking a seat next to your kids.
« You picked a movie ? », you asked, leaving the plates on top of the table.
« Marc, Marc, Marc, Marc... », Irene held his arm and pointed at the TV.
« Ohh, thereâs a new Spider-Verse movie ! », he looked at his sister. They both burst into giggles of excitement. You grinned at their reaction.
« We havenât seen the first one, will we understand anything ? », you asked.
« Of course, mom, itâs Spider-Man ! », Irene said. « Donât you know Spider-Man ? »
« Mom, I love this movie ! », Marc added. « We have to watch it. »
« Here I am, » you turned your head, watching Timothée stride towards you. You smiled. « What are we watching ? »
« Across the Spider-Verse. »
« Ooh, Iâve heard very good things about the movie. Letâs watch it, » he said before turning to Marc. « Hands up. » The boy raised his arms and Tim passed the sweater over his head. « Hereâs the other arm, dummy. » He rubbed his knuckles against his head.
« Ah ! », Marc let out a painful groan with hair laying messily all around him. TimothĂ©e laughed and grabbed his head with both hands pressing a kiss on top of it and leaving a âmwahâ sound. He then got his feet on top of him, letting Marc lay on the couch more comfortably.
« Mom, can you hug me ? », Irene asked. You grinned and quickly opened your arms for her to tilt her head on your shoulder.
« Okay, letâs watch. »
it was rainy the other day so i made this!
umbrella girl
