Lunch in a Slightly Colder Climate

I yield - for now - came rain Sunday afternoon and after that the weather really hasn't been able to hold its summer head high. Northward winds and it is far from pleasant. But still, I have absolutely no idea why so many people insist on wearing clothes suited for far colder climates including caps (!) and gloves (!) - and those depressingly careworn looks everywhere. And the dark Scandinavian time of the year has far from hit yet...

Ah, most certainly there is an oppressively major and general, as I've wrote before, attitude flaw towards weather. And somehow it's darn easy to be swept away with it...

And swept away I was *this* close to be when I woke up. Only to find a flooding, probably minor by comparison, from the handbasin in the lavatory this morning. And well, quite a few pair of shoes have been sort of hanging around there during the summer, since I think it's rather quintessential to have a selection of them ready to be spur of the moment selected when I'm going somewhere - as opposed to that very troublesome deed of getting them out of the closet, discard their able-shoeiness, trying another pair on and so on...

And look what that everyday torpidness got me, and them, a bunch of drenched unhappy ones imploring me to save them from the horrible death by drowning. Only but a few centimetres away. I do hope they haven't suffer any major damage, even if some of them are used by now...

After having dealt with that blinking handbasin and moped the floor as best I could I was off to see a long-time-no-see friend for lunch. One of my oldest friends, one which I also consider to be one of my closest. We met while studying Russian at Stockholm uni ages ago - then I went over to law, she to economics.

We see each other and talk on a very non-regular basis most of the time, but when we do meet up it feels like picking up the discussion where we left off yesterday. In many ways we are so very much alike, in others so not. She always has a very down to earth and refreshingly naughty way of seeing things. I have no clue whatsoever where she gets her ideas from, at all, and of course I'm just a prim little snow-white compared to her. Really.

Apart from almost always being able to make me blush, going from very literally green-eyed to feeling all blue-eyed and innocent, she's also one of those friends that most always leaves you with a smile on your lips and food for thought when saying goodbye. Even though we definitely don't agree on all topics and the way the senses and world works, it never hurts to ponder a bit over the things she flings out here and there...

The more tangible food we had while discussing major and minor life criseses was really awful though, I have no idea why it's so difficult for some restaurants to compose a decent selection of lunch dishes. If you're going to do it, do it right, put a little effort, good ingredients and care to it. If you can't, don't even bother... Won't be brightening that place with our presences ever again I'd say, and really, the name of the place is so laughingly tricksy, Gusto...