Yearly Archive: 2006

25
Aug
2006

I’M GLAD I’VE GOT A NAME, BECAUSE I’M USING IT FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH*

What does your name say about you? Do you think it reflects who you are or who you’ve become? Are you able to get past the popular associations that load it down? When we were choosing names for our children, besides wanting them to be names we liked and felt comfortable with, we also had the requirement that they work both in America and in Sweden. Thus, no names starting with J since in Swedish J is pronounced with a Y sound. I dwelt lovingly over lists of names in baby name books, but the MEANINGS didn’t weigh that much...

24
Aug
2006

POETRY THURSDAY

I love cool weather. Cool weather with sunshine. Warm enough to be outside, but cool enough to warrant a sweater. Leaves dropping to lie in scuffilicious piles. Clouds meandering like sky sheep, grazing over the blue. Flags snapping lazily in the barest of breezes. Heavy laden fruit trees. Haybales glowing in the sunshine. The delicious anticipation of the autumn leaves turning to flame. CYCLE by Elizabeth Slaughter-Ek There is good in every thing, When the wind begins to sing, The pumpkin grows and your breath shows The scent of cider in your nose. There is good in every time. The...

22
Aug
2006

GRUMPY McGRUMPBUCKET RIDES AGAIN!

Thank you for all the outraged-on-our-behalf comments on yesterday’s post. I will be scheduling a meeting with the teachers as soon as I can. That makes 2 meetings to schedule with 2 different teachers, because Martin’s class is starting English this year, and guess who is already convinced he will be bored because he “already knows everything.” HA! Wish I could say the same. There is another girl in his class who has an English-speaking mother and I can’t believe that their teacher will just blithely assume that it’s okay for the 2 of them to sit through the completely-from-the-beginning...

21
Aug
2006

WHEN ‘FLOORED’ IS SIMPLY INADEQUATE AS AN ADJECTIVE

This morning at Karin’s first day of first grade, we parents stood in a line along the back wall, while our excited children found their randomly placed names on the school desks throughout the room and sat down. Each child had a pencil and eraser with their names written on them and a small blue plastic box filled with shiny new crayons. The boxes had a piece of masking tape stripped across the cover and each child immediately grabbed their pencil and plotted their name in large capital letters across the box. The teacher introduced herself and her 2 assistants...

20
Aug
2006

THERE ARE WORSE THINGS I COULD DO

The kids have been watching Grease lately. They watched it once before about a year ago and liked it, but had apparently forgotten about it until they were reminded by an ad for the musical which is coming this fall to Malmö. It’s fun to watch and hear all the music again, but some of the scenes make me a bit uncomfortable to sit watching with my 7 and 8.5-year-olds, in light of the fact that the subject is sex, albeit obliquely referred to most of the time. Because really, how AM I going to explain what Kenickie is talking...

17
Aug
2006

POETRY THURSDAY

I played clarinet for 3 months when I was in the 5th grade. My big hit was Mary Had a Little Lamb. I remember the smell of the clarinet case and the way you had to suck the reeds to get them moist before you played. I don’t remember now why I didn’t continue with my lessons, but that 3 months was the only formal training I ever had in playing a musical instrument…apart from my voice. I suspect my mother would have loved to have given us the chance to take piano lessons, but being in a military family...

16
Aug
2006

LIKE SHOVELING THE SIDEWALK BEFORE IT STOPS SNOWING*

This morning, driving through the rain on the way to work, I nearly ran into a rainbow. It was right in front of the car, just came out of nowhere! A patch of sunshine had strayed from between the clouds and was blundering about looking for its way out again. After a few moments of sun-bathed sparkliness it vanished once more for most of the day. But! Out it came again to play in the early evening and how did I choose to celebrate? By cleaning the garage. Why yes, I am clinically insane, thank you for asking! Do you...

15
Aug
2006

LOOK OVER THERE! SOMETHING SHINY!

After a year and a half of not updating my website, because well, hello…I am busy, and also, I update HERE with the photos and the daily doings and the blabbiter lickum, so the pressure to update our website seems remote and easily brushed off, I have actually gotten off my duff! Thanks to Anders finding a shiny new flashy photo album generator thingy I have updated our website with lots of pretty, pretty pictures (although not 1.5 year’s worth for which you may thank me). And in addition, when you get tired of photo hopping through the Ek Family...

14
Aug
2006

THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING

BANG! Sizzzzzz! I’ve read about the smell of ozone that comes after a lightning strike but I’ve never experienced it for myself, until today, and then it was several times in fast succession and through the windows of the car and several layers of sheeting water. When you want to find a metaphor for something that goes fast, it’s easy to say it’s fast as lightning, but when lightning is making the ground tremble and burning split-second forked pathways along your retinas, you suddenly realize that there is nothing to compare lightning TO. It’s as fast as lightning! WHAM! A...

13
Aug
2006

WHAT A WONDERFUL FEELING, I’M HAPPY AGAIN

When a project gets its teeth in me, it’s as if I’m suddenly wearing blinders. I don’t want to pay any attention to things outside the narrow focus of my current obsession. Having to stop what I’m doing for other necessary or pressing demands, like feeding the kids or doing laundry or answering the phone, makes me grumpy. I want to keep on working on my project until I am done or until the obsession suddenly wears thin for a bit and I can slow down and swing aside and do something else (sometimes it’s another project! or 2 at...