The amazing world of Selma Øye

My boss called me this morning.
She said she's going to be home sooner than when she expected and that an excavation she proposed me to take part to will start on monday.
Fortunately the professor is really kind and allow me to take these two week of "vacation" even with so short notice.
So from 15th to the morning of 25th i'll be pickaxing and showeling in Marti on etruscan rubbish!
I did the test for the french class: the professor doing it said me i would be an upper intermediate, but she suggested me to enroll for an intermediate course as I haven't been speaking french since I finished school in 2001 and probably in need to recover vocabulary and grammare i've been loosing in all these years.
The class starts next week for every one, in two weeks for me because of the excavation, and it puts me to work every tuesday and every thursday from 18.00 to 20.00 in the evening!
Maybe some posts in french will follow! Who knows!!:D

Labels: My life

Another time I steal the idea of Colores!

I think i have many many wonderful moments in my life but there is one which is a bit more "special" for me... At least because I think about this one almost everyday when I wake up. It needs an introduction before to be told.

I always dreamt, when i was i child, to have got a dog.
Every time i saw one walking in the streets i had to stop to look at it. My first sentence every morning was "Dad, mum: why don't we have a dog?". I forced them to buy me "the encyclopaedia of Dogs": 200 weekly parts at the newsstand close to our home!! I was super-informed about breeds, builds and coats.
But there was no hope. My mother had a dog when she was a girl,and when the dog died she promised herself that she will never suffer again for a dog in all her life.
Then I grew up,I stopped asking about to my parents, but didn't stop to desire a dog, promising myself that i would have gone to a dog's house to adopt one as soon as I would move to my parents house.
I don't know what changed.
Maybe that's why I was particularly sad in that period. Maybe because my parents wanted to have a proof of my patience... I really don't know.
But an evening my mother told me to go in front of the door to wait my father as he had something heavy to bring home and needed an help. It happened five years ago. I found myself very very surprised when i saw his hands completely free. Then he unbottoned his jacket and opened it: the smallest hairy head I had ever seen was peeping out of his breast pocket, a big red tied ribbon around his little neck, terribly scared and trembling. He was so little to enter in a breast pocket!

I think about this moment every morning, when Ghigo comes to nestle close to me in my bed after my parents wake up, usually half an hour before me. He "kisses" my nose, then hits gently it with his paw because he wants me to have the blanket up and slides under it clucking his tongue showing he's satisfied...

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