THE HORROR!
The post I was planning to write tonight got sucked out of me by the execrable awfulness of the Eurovision Song Contest Semifinals. I was transfixed. Brain scrub, stat!
The post I was planning to write tonight got sucked out of me by the execrable awfulness of the Eurovision Song Contest Semifinals. I was transfixed. Brain scrub, stat!
Anders made the same dish for his birthday dinner tonight that he made for me the first time he cooked me dinner 13 years ago. Shrimp with mushrooms, red peppers, cheese and cream baked in the oven and served over rice. YUMMO. I still haven’t gotten a call back from the girlfriend who had her baby on Thursday, though I left a message days ago. Should I be worried or should I assume that they are just blissed out on That Newborn Smell? Confirmation was received today that 4 weeks in the States didn’t wreck my diet healthy eating plan...
I always claim autumn as being my favorite season, what with its cooling days, perfect for sweaters, and the abundance of color in the treetops, among other things that bring me joy. But when I experience a spring like this one I’m hard put not to do a complete aboutface. Spring is truly a wonder. There’s something new every day, every moment practically. The kids ran laughing and shrieking through the sprinkler this afternoon, sleek as upright seals, their legs coated with tiny green grass shavings. They put the sprinkler under the big trampoline and screeched as the water tickled...
All the white blossomed beauties are in full bloom these days. Every day is sunny and blue with a high bright sky and just enough chill in the air to make it comfortable and keep the flies under control. I’ve put up screens on all the windows in anticipation of rising temperatures and switched to the summer blankets on the beds. This evening Karin and I went for a walk and took the camera with us, as I was determined to finally, after NINE years in Flyinge, capture the pear tree allée in full bloom. Every year I anne-of-green-gables my...
You know, I think I do pretty good with my little half hour walks 2 or 3 times a week, but usually Martin, and sometimes Karin, goes with me and I know I must subconsciously reduce my pace to fit his substantially shorter legs. He’s game for the walk and he keeps up just fine, since I don’t dawdle, but I know I’m not REALLY pushing myself. Because today? After power-walking for FIVE KILOMETERS with 9,300 other women through beautiful Pildamms Park in central Malmö (and another 2K from the parking lot and back again) I know exactly which muscles...
Nothing like working on a day off, even if you don’t actually go into the office. At least I could do it with the windows open and the breeze blowing in and stops for reading and playing and walking. Got a lot done, though. I hope it makes tomorrow easier. The pear trees are in bloom. If I miss a photo of them again this year I will be very upset with myself, though I can’t get out to take it again until Friday, so keep your fingers crossed that those pretty white petals are still on the trees and...
When we are in the States I usually schedule a time for us to have a family portrait taken at Sears, since it’s so much cheaper than most of the photo studios here in Sweden. This year however, when my mom called, the price was nearly 3 times what it was the last time we were there 3 years ago (!), so mom checked around and got a recommendation for a local photographer from her massage therapist and booked a time with her for the first week we were home. Katie and her husband run their photography business out of...
Being home after weeks away makes me feel like jigging, though I don’t actually know how to jig. I assume it includes planting your fists on your hips, arms akimbo and kicking your legs scissory from under your tartan but I may be getting confused with a reel. It wouldn’t be the first time. Spring is far more advanced here than it was in either Michigan or Massachusetts. I didn’t sleep on the atlantic flight at all, choosing instead to spend more than half the flight absorbed in movies I would probably never have gotten around to seeing. The first...
Tomorrow it’s time to return. Back to real life (and my hair’s evil twin Barky). Back to family and work and routines and the life that fulfills me and makes me who I am. Back to “home,” though I’ve long since given up being able to define “home” with a specific location. Home is where the heart is, they say, but my heart is all over the place. What an unexpected and welcome treat a month in the States has been. After 3 years away, it was all new again and big and overwhelming and bogglingly expensive and full of...
Christina, Lizardek & Lizardmom Henry, the One-of-a-Kind Dog Ollie rarin’ to go 3 bloggers and 3 dogs: Lizardek, Christina and Bluepoppy with Henry, Ollie & Daisy Darling Daisy