Aug 30, 2008

Sweet Saturday

Ever so briefly, I stuck my nose out of doors today. Right after I blew it. Maybe I should be sick more often (NO! I didn't say that!) because my experiences on the bus today were rather sweet.

Going to town, I was lost in a metaphysical magazine for a while, and when I put it aside and instead watched the other passengers, I noticed a lot of nicely dressed, rather active-looking elderly women. They weren't together, just a miscellaneous bunch of other humans I happened to see. They got my attention because they were dressed youthfully (wearing today's type of trainers will do that), they had nice hair, that although white was cared for and stylishly cut, they moved with energy, they wore nice make-up. It was like my focus was on anything that I could compliment - which isn't a bad way to go through a Saturday. I actually felt a bit stoned. Yay head cold!

My nose cooperated for my visit to my hair dresser's, and the weather was beautifully mild and somewhat sunny. The discussion we had, as I sat watching my hair dresser cut my hair short since I had said I wanted to grow it long, was about the law of attraction, "The Secret", Eckhart Tolle and whether or not it matters what one person thinks or does. There is a saying in Norwegian that "many small brooks make a mighty river" (which is probably found in other cultures, too), so we all agreed that one person does make a difference.

I got lots of compliments on my gorgeous hair color from the girl who washed it: Pure ash brown, and hard to replicate even with today's hair color products, she said. I told her it took me years to appreciate that I had such a pure and even hair color, rather than a boring shade of mouse, but that I do now. So no blonde highlights for me for a while. Those few (I can count them on one hand) strands of silver that play peekaboo with my bangs can just be.

I wandered in my happy fog from the salon through downtown to my bus, had time to browse a newsstand and picked up an interior design magazine, which I started to read while waiting for the bus. I was still reading it on the bus, when I became aware of some conversation going on up front. An older woman with a crutch had borded the bus, and was trying to maneuver herself, crutch and money for the bus, all at once. The 30-ish bus driver told her to just get seated and not worry about paying. A few stops on, he came back to where she was seated, as she was trying to come forward to pay. He had her sit back down, telling her that a woman on crutches shouldn't have to fuss with moving around in a bus; he could do that. I smiled to myself at the wonderful service our bus driver was giving his passenger.

My foray out into the real world today was brief, but very sweet.

Aug 28, 2008

Things to do while sick

  1. Exchange text messages (and cyberhugs) with a sick friend
  2. Call boss and feel terrible about the work I'm not there to do
  3. Make myself pancakes
  4. Doze off to the radio
  5. Take extra vitamin C
  6. Don favorite lounging outfit and curl up in sofa
  7. Watch daytime TV (nothing much missed there)
  8. Reorganize DVD shelf
  9. Watch a Marx Brothers DVD (and wish for an entire DVD with just Harpo playing the harp)
  10. Solve a lot of sudoku puzzles
  11. Keep reading "Harmonic Wealth" and making an intention list
  12. Feel fever come and go
  13. Be grateful there's enough food in the house to make tasty, healthy meals
  14. Make said tasty, healthy meals
  15. Stay curled up in sofa
  16. …when not at computer
  17. Read about how cows always orient themselves to magnetic north
  18. Get phone call from boss saying work I wasn't there to do got done (which means if I'm still sick tomorrow, I can stay home without worry)
  19. Book a trip for September because colds don't last forever
  20. Catch up on recorded TV-shows (and make room on hard disk for more recording)
  21. Burn CDs for a friend
  22. Wonder what to blog about

Aug 27, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Medieval village at Stiklestad

Traditional wool dying

Viking-inspired woodcarving

Yours truly (see, I really was there!)

Wordless Wednesday

Aug 26, 2008

Finally - some pampering

Well, being home sick's OK, but it does rob me of opportunities to get something to write about. I have discovered that I miss the daily blogging (will try to fix that). At any rate, I felt well enough to go to work (after spending the night intermittently waking up to cough).

On my way to work, I ran into a neighbor who was going the wrong way: Away from the bus stop. I greeted him good morning, then asked him if it was, since he looked like he'd forgotten something - why else be headed for home? Turns out I'm not the only sick one. After wishing each other a speedy recovery, we exchanged hugs and he planted a kiss on my cheek. In spite of that risk of germ warfare, I found myself grinning for quite a while afterwards.

At work, everyone was happy to see me, as evidenced by all the teasing about how I caught my cold ("Been caught with your pants down, eh?"). At lunch I discovered what was on the employee cafeteria dinner menu for today: Meatballs with creamed peas. Yummy! The same dish I had during my vacation.

I ordered a portion, left work early (so as not to knock myself out my first day; one isn't well when a fever hits at 10 am), picked up my dinner and brought it home. Finally, some pampering! Dinner somebody else made, no dishes - and it was delicious.

Aug 23, 2008


Sharp eyes (and maybe even some bleary ones) will notice that the blog template has been altered again. Nothing dramatic, but I was a bit frustrated with the layout of the sidebar and its spacing in Firefox. Instead of tweaking that, I just grabbed another template.

I've also put my blog roll back. And, after being envious of Paula's label cloud, I hunted down a recipe at phy3blog's and managed to get my own.

I also want to get back to daily blogging, but something interesting has to happen first. Well, that is to say, interesting things do happen, but I haven't really thought of publishing them on this blog. But maybe it's time for Budding Yogini to come on over and roll in the universe here. (If you have an opinion, do chime in!)

In other news: I have a sore throat. So I'll be spending this weekend in self-pampering mode and drinking herb teas and warm water with apple cider vinegar and honey. And watching the DVDs I just borrowed from a friend.

Yeah, this makes even me a sports nut

I do not pay much attention to sports. That includes the Olympic Games. I don't pay attention to them, either. I did have my fingers crossed for a local boy, who went and won a silver medal in the men's 100 m breaststroke. But earlier this week, I woke to my local radio station broadcasting the women's handball match between Norway and Sweden and it turned out to be a good way to start the day.

So I started paying attention. Yesterday at work, during our afternoon coffe break, we monitored the women's semi-finale between Norway and South Korea, and it turned out to be one of the most exciting ends to a match, ever. Did Norway or did it not get that 29th goal and beat South Korea? I kept bouncing up and down out of my seat to check the computer screen for updates, constantly cheering the Norwegians on. My boss determined that I had finally converted, i.e. no longer an American. "I've lived here too long to know who does what over there," was my reply. Which is true. (My worst Olympic experience was a hockey match between Norway and USA; I didn't know who to cheer for.)

We know the answer: Norway's 29th goal, made as the clock stopped, was accepted.

My TV's on and the final match between Norway and Russia has begun. I know who I'm rooting for this time.

UPDATE: Norway won the gold! 34-27. Which makes up for not even qualifying for the games back in 2004. Heia, Norge! I'm also happy South Korea got the bronze, because they were a better adversary yesterday than Russia was today.

Aug 21, 2008

Homeward bound

We left Ålesund, ready for a long day on the road. First we past by the tourist magnet Geirangerfjord, that is to say, the entry end of it (Hellesylt), not the fantastic inner end that is usually featured on postcards.

Not long after we past Hellesylt, we entered the county of Sogn og Fjordane, which is broken up by several fjords. The "Fjordane" (Fjords) part consists of Nordfjord and Sunnfjord (North Fjord and South Fjord) which are made up of several fjords each. The landscape is especially dramatic in Nordfjord, with Stryn, a popular ski resort area, at the heart of the area. Other tourist attractions, like the Briksdal glacier which was a favorite of mine when I was a child, lie along this stretch, like a string of pearls. But you have to drive on a road like this:

After having seen some roads first-hand, I came home to a series in the local newspaper about the road standard in Norway. The headline under the photo above reads, "This is a major highway in western Norway". I used to walk on such a road to school, but there was less traffic then.

Somewhere in Nordfjord

I have a soft spot for Sunnfjord because a dear friend came from that region. They also have a charming accent with wonderfully rolling R's, and the best rømmegrøt (sour cream porridge). I first discovered the kind of rømmegrøt I like because a childhood friend's mother was from Sunnfjord. We had lunch in Skei, as we entered the Sunnfjord region, and there I had the excellent meal of meatballs with cream of peas. Others in our group had "raspeballer" or dumplings, served with sausage and mashed turnips. And some had rømmegrøt.

Somewhere in Sunnfjord

And just to give you a chance to feel like a tourist, some instructions intended only for the traveler:

Read this: Your drink is not ready until the machine says "Klar til bruk".
Be grateful for the stuff that doesn't need translating. ;-)

After a beautiful drive, with weather, fjords and traffic all on their best behavior, we arrived back in Bergen just before 7 pm, having been traveling since 8:30 am. I had one more bus to take: The bus home. And by the bus stop before mine, a gorgeous buck stood tall and proud between the apartment buildings, drawn by the beautiful and probably tasty lawn. Another missed photo opportunity, but a wonderful end to my trip.

Aug 20, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Fishmonger woman

Wordless Wednesday
This incredibly lifelike statue is in Ålesund

Aug 18, 2008

Food meme

Stolen off of Paula's plate.

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment at linking to your results.

1. Venison Reindeer, mmm good!
2. Nettle tea Overrated. Like drinking grass.
3. Huevos rancheros If I'm gonna have eggs, this is a good way to have 'em!
4. Steak tartare Another one of those overrated things.
5. Crocodile 6. Black pudding Yes, Paula, this is made from blood (sheep's blood) and it is bloody good.
7. Cheese fondue Oh, god, yes!
8. Carp
9. Borscht Didn't impress me.
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari Not bad.
12. Pho (Thanks for looking this up, Paula!)
13. PB&J sandwich They'd better have these in heaven!
14. Aloo gobi (like Paula, I'm not into curry, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't try this dish)
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses (I'll try any cheese)
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes Damn skippy! Apricots, for example.
19. Steamed pork buns I don't remember if I liked them.
20. Pistachio ice cream I used to be crazy about this flavor.
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries Usually pick myself, too.
23. Foie gras I'll avoid it if I can.
24. Rice and beans Calimex style, natch.
25. Brawn, or head cheese Better than it sounds.
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper I'm with Paula. Not into the kills-my-tongue spicy
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters Man, are these things overrated!!!
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas Oddly unsatisfying
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar Oh, yes, I have!
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail If they mean oxtail soup, then, yes, and happily so.
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects I'm not sure whether or not I could eat this. Chocolate-covered ants are whole, right?
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk Weird.
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more (Why would I say no to that?)
46. Fugu I am chicken about this fish.
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel I may try it, but I'd have to get that scene with the horse's head out of my mind first.
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin As overrated as the oysters. But if you love the taste of sea water…
51. Prickly pear Does taste like pear.
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV Christmas ale!
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads Not into offal
63. Kaolin (Yes, Paula, but also a food additive) It's in toothpaste
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain Fried banana counts, yes?
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette Not into offal
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe Having tasted regular absinthe, I suspect this another one of those overrated things.
74. Gjetost, or brunost Norway's favorite cheese!!! Yay!!! (Paula, it's pasteurized, and has a unique and somewhat sweet flavor)
75. Roadkill Only if I were starving to death.
76. Baijiun
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail Twice, even. I don't know why.
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare (bunny!)
87. Goulash
88. Flowers Like geraniums. Excellent in salads. As are clover flowers.
89. Horse Tender.
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab Overrated.
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano Didn't like.
96. Bagel and lox And cream cheese.
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake

Your turn, if you want. At least they didn't ask about eating dogs, cats or rats!

Aug 17, 2008

Norway's art nouveau capital

We arrived in Ålesund a little after 4 pm, and drove up the hill on charming cobblestone streets to our hotel. Skome of my fellow travelers had been in Ålesund before and suggested we walk up to Aksla ("the shoulder") before dinner and a shower because it would make us sweat.

So we panted, heaved and sweated up 418 crooked steps, to the look-out point and restaurant for cooling beers and ice cream. What can I say? Any view over a typical Norwegian coastline is going to be gorgeous. What struck me were the gray roofs. In Bergen, they are red.

After a shower and dinner, we wandered around the small city center. What Ålesund is best know for (besides getting more rain than Bergen), is the fire that totally destroyed the city in 1904 - and then the rebuilding of the city in fireproof art nouveau brick and stone. Wandering around the city was like being in a Disney movie about Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty.

The gray building with the green spire is the Norwegian Art Nouveau Center

The harbor mimics an earlier building style, but is also in brick and stone

Ålesund was far more charming than I thought. I love looking at buildings. We have some art nouveau in Bergen, but they seem lost and neglected amid the older wooden houses Bergen is better known for. In Ålesund, people obviously make sure to maintain their gift from the kaiser of Germany, as seen by the fresh look of the fancy decorations on the façades.

It was, again, a lovely summer's evening. We wandered around and found what turned out to be an inexpensive watering hole, because NOK 50 for a glass of wine is cheap these days. We stared at the sign for "Latin School street" as we gabbed. When we finally decided to head back to the hotel, a mottled sky and gorgeous sunset was in progress.

Time stamp on camera: 22:53, July 30.

Aug 14, 2008

Angel at the grocery store

The clerk was already ringing up my groceries when I realized I had no wallet. No cash, no debit card, no credit card. I was asking if the stuff could sit and wait for me, for 20 minutes, because that's how long it takes me to get home and back. Suddenly, a co-worker who happened to be a couple of people behind me in line, stepped up and offered to pay for my groceries.

It was NOK 720, no small amount, because it was some major weekend shopping, but she whipped out her wallet and paid for it all in cash.

My angel.

Tomorrow she gets her 720 back - and that hug I meant to give her today.

Aug 13, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Picking blueberries

Wordless Wednesday
Me and my camera's lens cap picking blueberries by the Atlantic Highway

Aug 12, 2008

Somewhere in the Norwegian Alps

It is Day 4 of my trip to (and from) Trondheim, and we set off in a westerly direction. Our destination is what Norwegians call the north-west coast.

Let me give you a regional geography lesson by stealing a picture from Wikipedia:

First of all, most of Norway is "west coast", but we don't call all that coast "west coast". Our long coastline has regional names, usually based on historical use. Since a lot of today's Norway was not part of historical Norway (i.e. the part the viking kings fought over), there is no "west coast" north of Trondheim. The west coast of Norway is, by definition, the coasts of the counties of Rogaland, Hordaland (my home county), Sogn og Fjordane, and Møre og Romsdal (yes, two counties have double names). (These counties are 11, 12, 14 and 15, respectively, on the map; my trip also included counties 5, 16 and 17.)

So, we are on our way to the county of Møre og Romsdal, specifically to the part called Romsdal first, since its in the north, and then to Møre. And finally, I got to take pictures of some gorgeous landscape!

The first clue that we were in western Norway again: Our first ferry crossing.

Somewhere in Romsdal

A series of islands on the edge of the Atlantic were strung together, forming the Atlantic Highway (Atlanterhavsveien). We had had sunshine every single day, but today fog meandered into the narrow fjord arms and didn't go away. So instead of seeing the horizon far away, I tried to capture the photographic charms that fog can have:

This last shot was taken through the bus window. I like the "double exposure" effect.

This stretch of highway was actually one of the reasons I wanted to take this trip. I had heard of this highway, and had seen some of the dramatic photos of high waves crashing onto curvacious bridges. I should be so lucky to get some of those myself. :-) It was a detour, really, so we turned around and got ourselves back on a southerly track.

Somewhere in Møre

We then got to the largest city in this area, Molde, which built itself a new soccer stadium right on the water. A hotel next door chose to make itself look like the sail of a boat. So that's what you see as we leave Molde:

And here's more ferry porn (hah, that'll get the search engines fired up) just because I'm a nostalgic sucker for Norway's typical black and white ferries.

Can't complain about the weather as this point. We had blessedly smooth sailing.

As our ferry moved south, we could see characteristic sawtoothed silhouettes ahead: The Møre Alps. The mountains do have proper Norwegian names but, heck, they do look like the Swiss Alps, don't they. Yeah, that's what the Norwegians think, too.

Our destination for the night was Ålesund, so that'll be my next installment.

Aug 11, 2008

Must. Exercise. Self-discipline.

OK, it was back to work today. Not a bad experience. (Heh.) But I do see that I need routines, and work - that is getting up and going to it - is one of them. I could spend all day in bed with a book if there was no reason to leave the house. Not a good habit. And staying in bed as long as possible is what I tend to do even when it's a workday.

So, today was my first stab at a change in morning routine, which includes getting up to listen to radio in kitchen while I eat rather than stay in bed listening for a bit before rising, which just makes me late(r) for work. And with any new habit, it has to be kept at for at least three weeks in order to actually become a habit. For that reason, I cannot sit at the computer any more this evening, so meatier stuff will have to wait till tomorrow.

Aug 10, 2008

Vacation's over

My vacation is over. Tomorrow I go back to work. That's going to be a challenge after all these lazy days. I do have a bit of vacation left to blog about, though, and that rather extends it. Nice!

Summer feels like it's ending, too. The heat left and rain moved in last week, with cooler nights. But sometimes summer still shows up, like Friday evening in Bergen. It was a glorious evening in spite of a north wind trying to pester us a bit. I snapped the fountain in our octagonal city pond as I was going home from a Meat Loaf concert. I went to the concert on impulse, and got a back row seat, but that was fine. As usual, a crowded ladies' room provided its own entertainment, like this exchange:

*panicked knocking on a stall door*
"Did I leave a beer in there?"

She may have forgotten her beer, but she remembered which stall she used. Not bad.

Aug 9, 2008


Before I leave Trondheim, I want to share some more photos of the Nidaros Cathedral (Nidarosdomen) with you.

The main entrance to the cathedral in the daytime was a door in the north wall. This is where we entered for sightseeing and vespers.

A rather cute (and snake-like) dragon over our entrance. The dragon was typical of romanesque decor.

Next to the main north entrance was another entry, with some fancy detailing of its own.

Sharp eyes may notice that there are two building styles going on here: Romanesque, with rounded doorways and windows, on the east end (left on photo), and newer gothic details with pointed windows and doorways as we move west. This is because the cathedral was built in stages and adapted whatever was the fashion during construction.

Above the doorways on the north wall were some creative water spouts.

Another water spout. And isn't that copper roof gorgeous?

I ignored our local guide and instead ran up to the top of the bleachers in front of the cathedral's spectacular west side. The bleachers were there for some concert that evening and were perfect for photographers looking for better angles.

The elaborate west side of the cathedral.

Nidaros Cathedral was built by experienced masons who also built cathedrals in England and France (the migratory workers of their day), and is also one reason why the cathedral doesn't look very Norwegian. Each mason would mark a stone to show where he left off work for the day, and it was also how his boss knew how much to pay him. On the following photo, you see some X's that were left by one mason.

A mason's "bookmark" to show how far he'd built that day.

Aug 8, 2008

Downtown Trondheim

My story continues. In case you're a little bit confused by the timeline, Day 1 was en route from Bergen to Dombås, and days 2 and 3 were in Trondheim. So what follows is from day 2, and is what we did between our lunch time and evening time visit to the sunny side of Nid.

We arrived in Trondheim a little after noon, which meant our rooms weren't ready. We stored our luggage and, after foraging for maps and having some local brochure thrust at us by our guide, we set off to explore the city.

As we sat with some cold drinks on the floating restaurant in the river (we just had to have the experience, even if they had no food we liked), we started looking more closely at our map and the brochure. The brochure turned out to be the complete schedule for all musical events in Trondheim that week in connection with "Olavsdagene". So we timed our sightseeing according to when various musical events would be happening.

So first we found a place to have lunch, and we ended up at an outdoor restaurant right next to the town square, which really is square. In the middle is a very tall pedestal with King Olav Tryggvason on top.

The main square with pedestrian shopping streets, and the city founder, King Olav Tryggvason, high on his pedestal.

Olav who, you're asking? Good question. Here's the run-down: Olav I, also known as Olav Tryggvason, reigned in 995-1000 and in 997 founding a trading post that later became the city of Trondheim. Olav III is Olav Kyrre, who reigned 1067-1093 and officially put Bergen on the map in 1070. St. Olav, the dead Christian guy, is Olav II.

Apropos St. Olav…

Speaking of kings in Trondheim, this building (Stiftsgården), right in the heart of downtown Trondheim, is the royal residency when Norway's current king visits.

My impressions of Trondheim, as someone who lives in Bergen, a charming city in its own right, is that Trondheim is neater, more open, with more of a compact city center (having a river on two sides and the ocean on the third will do that). One of the funny things about our trip is that we weren't necessarily waited on by locals or even Norwegians. My, how times have changed! I was so worried about not understanding "trøndersk" (the local dialect of Trondheim, which tends to treat a single vowel as a whole word), and instead I got Swedish and Osloish and an Italian accent, and even a Bergenser. (I shan't complain. I remember my last trip to Trondheim some 20 years ago where I almost switched to English in desperation.)

Somewhere on our way to the downtown shopping area, we ran into this professional shopper.

I got an explanation for the wide boulevards (wide by Norwegian standards, for sure): After several devastating city fires, new planning by a French architect (name escapes me) meant building wide streets that could function as fire breaks. The streets were also laid out in a grid, with main streets running according to the directions of the compass, at right angles to each other. The result is an orderliness and spaciousness one rarely sees in old medieval cities. The fact that the city seemed very clean and well-kept added to the feeling of order.

After gawking at the old buildings, the wharf, the fish market (where I saw a flounder actually try to spit at the people surrounding its tank), we had an appointment with a jazz band offering a free sidewalk concert. Had we realized it would be standing room only, we would have had lunch at the venue's outdoor restaurant. But it didn't really matter in the end; we couldn't stay for it all, since we also had an appointment with a vesper service.

Yes, we have Japanese tourists who photograph everything. Music was good, too.

We actually stood in the street to listen to the band, and I was expecting some semi-annoyed motorists to show up, but there was surprisingly little traffic as we stood there and even less disturbance in the crowd blocking one lane. Something tells me that the people of Trondheim are a bit more laid back than the people of Bergen. I noticed it while we were being served food, too. Here is my very subjective impression: Wait people in Bergen are efficient and friendly. Wait people in Trondheim are also efficient and friendly, but they have less of an air of "this is business, don't waste my time" about them (it's subtle, but I'll swear I sensed it). Perhaps Bergensers are used to thinking and deciding faster and our wait people adjust. There is, after all, the old joke that a "trønder" (person from the counties Trondheim is a part of) are spontaneous once they've given it a thought. Bergensers, however, are known as the Italians of the north. ;-)

Aug 7, 2008

Earth, wind, no fire

The get up and go got up and went (the fire went out, in other words), so today you guys get these:

Your Element Is Earth
You excel at planning and strategizing.
You could be a champ at chess or Survivor.

Well grounded, you are able to be realistic and rationalize.
On the inside, you have a hard core. It's tough to phase you.

You are super productive, and you are able to think anything through.
Focused and super charged, your instincts are a good guide for your next step.

I do have a lot of Earth in my astrological chart.

You Are Wind
Strong and overpowering
A force to be reckoned with, no one dares cross you
You have the power to change everything around you

You are best known for: your wrath

Your dominant state: commanding

My favorite weather? Windy days! Especially with clear skies and a bit of crispness to the air.