far away places, real and imagined

i got knocked sideways by a virus last week, and as a result lost my voice and my will to do anything - apart from housework. i was sniffling and feeling like crap and there i was sweeping the tiles downstairs and vacuuming upstairs, washing the dishes and wiping down the sink. then last weekend i decided that i needed to have soup for dinner, but not just any soup - oh no. i wanted matzo ball soup, just like we'd had in new york. so, with elvis crooning in the midday movie in the background, i improvised nigella's recipe and made matzo ball soup. it was alright, not as good as the matzo ball soup i had at the city diner in new york, but i'm not sure any matzo ball soup i ever have will be able to live up to that one - it was the first time i'd tried it, and i was finally in the city i had dreamed about for so long. i would love to run away to new york alone and stow away for a while... one day. anyway, i digress. i also think the soup i made didn't really impress me too much because i made it. i don't know. sometimes, a girl just wants to be pampered. needs to be. whatever.

writing, writing, writing. yes, must get back into that soon. maybe even today! what a thought. things to look forward to in the coming weeks - am going to the taping of the first tuesday book club at the abc in elsternwick, and if the weather is nice, i might spend the rest of the day at ripponlea, and imagine that i am in a far-away land full of strangers and mystery... until i have to go home and work out what's for dinner, that is. then early next month there are 2 book launches - verandah at the mwf, and a new friend's second novel in the city. nothing like a few glasses of wine and a bunch of reader-writer-types to put a smile on a girl's face, don't you say?