Monthly Archive: August 2007

08
Aug
2007

SEE AND SAY AND…EW!

My brother arrived yesterday and after we picked him up, brought him home, fed him, and got things settled, Karin decided it would be the ideal time to start his Swedish lessons. She climbed into his lap in the big chair with her Barnens engelska ordbok A-Z (Children’s English Wordbook) and proceeded to go through the words with him, one by one, laughing and grimacing at his pronunciations. The books is divided into chapters by letters and consists of page after page of pictures with the English word under it and the Swedish translation written beneath that. There are about...

05
Aug
2007

PASSING THROUGH SUMMER

I don’t really have anything to say at the moment, but it probably doesn’t matter since I get the feeling not many people are reading lately. The whole blogosphere seems to be sitting on the back porch with their feet up on the chaise longue, sweating in the sunshine; a tall cool glass of something or other by their side. The internets are wearing floppy straw hats and big black sunglasses! They’re reading beach books and wearing SPF 20. The blogosphere is tanner than I am. I’ve been reliably informed by my children that I am “vampire white.” My purpose...

04
Aug
2007

REBOOTING

It’s only after a week plus of vacation that I can feel how much my body needed this: leisure time. Time to spend doing things around the house that I never get to, time to finish projects and go shopping in the middle of the day. Time to read new books and re-read old favorites without having to put them down and turn off the light because the alarm will be going off before I know it. Even though I have been busy, it’s been at my own pace, with no schedule, no real plans and the wonder of not...

01
Aug
2007

IF I WAS REALLY SUPER, I’D BE ABLE TO ADD

I’m lying in the big chair, hand on chin, thinking. Anders is typing away at something in the computer room. I suddenly think, “Good lord, it’s the first of August. I have a birthday coming up soon.” Then I make my brain hurt with trying to remember how old I actually am, which birthday is this, how old will I be in 10 days? The answer I come up with doesn’t seem to be right. I count in my head from the last big one, adding for each year since then: one, two, three? Is that right? Three? “Anders,” I...

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