There is a nest of baby birds up under the roof just outside of Martin’s window. They go crazy, peeping their little heads off as soon as it starts to get light in the morning and it gets light EARLY. Like 4 a.m. early. And they scream for food until approximately 7 a.m. at which time their poor parents who have been darting back and forth for hours must collapse, muddy and exhausted. We are not 100% sure what kind of birds they are, but we guess they must be onE of the LBJs (sparrow, most likely) because that’s the glimpse we’ve had of them flying around and they’d HAVE to be small to fit inside a crack that is no more than a half an inch wide.
It’s a good thing they are not under MY window, because I’d have crawled up there and wrung their tiny little peeping baby bird necks by now. We can hear them all the way at the other end of the house WITH the door closed when they’re going full blast.
Yesterday was a half day (which my company allows before every full holiday) and today was a day off due to being Sweden’s National Day. Even though I was given Swedish citizenship at the end of March, I never received an invitation to city hall for the National Day celebration, which I was told by more than one person was what all new citizens get. Maybe they had an early deadline and I’ll get to go next year? Whatever, I got to sleep in like a giant slug, so I don’t care.
It’s REALLY cold in Sweden right now. Even when the sun is shining, it’s cold. Like winter jacket cold. We had weeks of beautiful warm gorgeous weather and then BAM! Fall descended. Apparently. I’m confident that it will eventually get warm again but with Sweden you never know. It could be NEXT summer before it actually happens. *sigh*
Since Martin had a full day of school yesterday and I am the school chauffeur for him and Frida, I couldn’t just buzz out of work at 1 p.m. like I would have otherwise, because he wasn’t done until nearly 3. So I went to the mall for an hour instead and did something I NEVER do here. I bought pants. RED PANTS. RED CAPRI PANTS.
I know! I have wanted a pair of red pants for years (don’t ask me why, I have no idea), but they don’t make red pants in my size and besides it’s impossible to find pants that fit me at all here…I usually buy my pants in the States once a year or beg my mom to buy and send some to me. I don’t even know why I was looking at clothes to begin with. Clothes shopping is the fastest way I know to get depressed. But there I was and there they were, on sale even. And they fit! So now I have a pair of red capri pants…and nothing to wear them with. 😀
It’s only 3 weeks (if you count the rest of this week) until my vacation starts. I can’t wait. I’m sure I can find some cute tops to go with those pants before then.