Yearly Archive: 2010

11
Sep
2010

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

Woke up at 7:42 a.m., went back to sleep for TWO HOURS, got up, showered and dressed, dusted the whole house, windexed all the glass surfaces, tidied, vacuumed, cleaned out the front hall closet, watered the plants, started laundry, went grocery-shopping, ate lunch, read 3 chapters of the book group book which I’m finding more more engaging and interesting than I thought I would. Then I fixed lunch for the kids. In the meantime, kids cleaned up, dusted & vacuumed their own rooms, emptied garbages in the whole house. Martin helped me take out recycleables. Karin went to the grocery...

07
Sep
2010

SNAPSHOTS

A tractor plowing a field, turning under hay stubble, turning up loamy chocolate earth, a line of sentinal storks on either side waiting for their worm buffet. The sun, flat behind them, hiding their red beaks, their black and white bodies, their spikey gangly legs in a flare of brightness; stork silhouettes. The French teacher at Martin’s school, speaking in Swedish so fast with such a thick French accent that I understood maybe 1 word in 10 of what she said at the parent meeting tonight. The English teacher grabbing and shaking my hand with a hearty introduction and a...

05
Sep
2010

GOLDEN DAYS

It’s been a busy, yet strangely relaxing weekend, and one that has gone by far too fast. Anders arrived home just in time for dinner on Friday evening, and after he had been thoroughly greeted and handed out presents and started unpacking he came into the kitchen where I was finishing up dinner preparations, took a look at the meal in progress and said, “I’ve been in China for 3 weeks and you’re making rice??” HAHAHAA!! Oops! Karin had come home with a tale of woe about her day being ruined because they had had korv stroganoff for lunch at...

01
Sep
2010

REASONS TO BE HAPPY

Blueberry juice 2 days until Anders gets home 2 days until the weekend All the AWC board positions have been filled with nominees The Maxfield Parrish sunset sky tonight with bonus rainbow Starting a new book by an author I like Lots of fun things coming up to look forward to All the things I knocked off my to-do list tonight What are your reasons today?

31
Aug
2010

YES, BUT THEN WHAT?

Conversations in the Car: Seasons in the Sun comes on the radio just as we’re picking up Frida, Martin’s classmate. Liz: Happy Monday, Frida! Frida: Unnnh Liz: *laughs* I feel the same way but at least we have good music to make up for it! *giggles madly and turns up the volume* Martin: You crack yourself up, don’t you? Liz: *still laughing* Yep! If I relied on everyone else to supply humor I would be a sad, sad puppy. *** Why didn’t I go walking today? What is stopping me? Fatigue, grumps, The Busy. Whatever, my excuses are wearing thin....

28
Aug
2010

VERGE

One more week to get through without my husband…can I do it? This past week needs to be reeled up, stuffed into a time canister and shot to the moon: I never want to see it again. There WERE good things that happened in it, don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t ALL bad, but man alive! I feel like my brain is spinning in circles. On Wednesday, after work, I drove home, grabbed the kids and we took off for Malmöfestivalen to eat festival food: langos and churros and mini-smörgåstårtas. We met up with Cate’s oldest daughter Paige who was...

24
Aug
2010

IN WHICH BAD THINGS ARE MADE UP FOR BY GOOD THINGS

This has been kind of a stressful week…it’s week 2 of 3 of Anders being gone. So far, I’ve had to deal with my son’s Xtreme After-Party Vomit Splatterpalooza in the middle of the night on Saturday (too much cake & excitement, apparently, as I know he wasn’t sneaking the Slushie Margaritas) and my daughter’s spillage of Compound W ALL OVER THE MIDDLE of the living room chair. AAGH. On the plus side I’m inordinately proud of myself: first because I didn’t throw up as well during the horrendous clean-up aftermath and second because I didn’t strangle Karin, especially since...

21
Aug
2010

PASSING TIME

Darkening days, rainy & grey, a most-welcome burst of sunshine at the end of the week…suddenly it’s been a handful since I’ve posted, a week, more. Time flows like a snapping ribbon, winding me along with it and even during the dragging moments it moves as fast as I blink. Blink! Another one gone. Each day a precious snapshot of time now past that wasn’t captured or appreciated nearly as much as I would have liked. I sleep a more solid sleep when Anders is gone: I’m not half-awake for hours waiting for him to come to bed and I...

17
Aug
2010

IT IS NOT ONLY FINE FEATHERS THAT MAKE FINE BIRDS*

I’ve always been a collector, especially of small things. I’ve had shadowboxes to corral them in since I was a girl. Other than being wee, there wasn’t always a unifying theme to the things I collected, though small animal figurines keep showing up in every grouping. Some of them were outgrown as I got tired of them or lost interest: the dogs I adored as a child, the cow-themed things I had for awhile after college, the thankfully short pink flamingo phase. The only real collection in my house that is worthy of the name is in the moose bathroom,...