Ready to Leave This Morning For The Art Fair: Liz: We’re leaving now, hey, honey, give me all your cash. Anders: *goes into the house, returns and hands me a 20 and a 1-dollar bill* Anders: We owe your mom 20 for the pharmacy. Liz: *looks at the dollar* That doesn’t leave much for buying art. Anders: Spend it wisely. Ain’t Really Complaining: Christ, it was bloody hella hot today. My sister and I are playing cutthroat cribbage. Last night, after we both had a reminder of the rules from Mom, who is the Queen of Cutthroat card games, I...

Man, having TWO high-speed connections in Sweden, one at work and one at home, plus nearly unlimited internet access has spoiled me rotten. Trying to keep up with the 42 million blogs I love, friends entries, the news, etc. on a slow dial-up is giving new heights to the amount of impatience I thought I was capable of. Which was A LOT.

My sister’s son, Bryce, who is 2 years old, has a wild mop of bright orange curls on his head and bright blue eyes. Driving around Detroit yesterday, every time he saw a car he recognized he would call out its name until someone acknowledged him by repeating it. So the ride was punctuated by his chirpy voice, “PT Cruiser! PT Cruiser! Mini Cooper! Buggy Car! (Beetle)” Our new digital camera is scrumptious. It has so many nice features and takes such wonderful pictures! It’s driving me crazy already that I can’t post them from here. As we pulled into...

My mom’s computer is so old and slow, plus she’s on a modem that just checking my email takes FOREVER, and I’m afraid that keeping up with my Friends list and blogroll is going to be next to impossible for the month that we’re here, although I’ll do my valiant best. Just don’t be surprised if I’m not commenting as much as normally would, since we’re living in a technohole this month. Our new digital camera was waiting for us, with the wrong memory cards unfortunately, so Anders is calling Abe’s (in Maine) to get it dealt with. I’ve already...

Traveling went well, even though it took forever, and we are now on the other side of the pond, safely ensconced at mom’s, and I’m about to collapse so goodnight everyzzzzzzzzzzz

Today is the day I thought we’d be leaving for the States. I had the wrong date in my head for 3 months, because I’m stupid about numbers that way. I had the day we RETURN mixed up with the day we LEAVE. Anyway, we are NOT leaving today, we are leaving tomorrow, and while I’m feeling good about the state of readiness we’re in, I’m getting that little extra frisson of jumpiness that makes me want to leave NOW. The laundry is all done and folded but not put away. Martin and Emily were here last night until MIDNIGHT,...

There’s a very strange phenomenon going on outside the window. I noticed it this morning, in fact, I noticed it last night, but I thought I was hallucinating or overtired or something and convinced that it wouldn’t last longer than a couple of hours, I blew it off and went to bed. So, when I woke up this morning (to the delicious sight of my freshly showered and shaved husband in a freshly ironed white dress shirt and boxers, yum) and saw it again out the window, I thought I’d better not acknowledge what was going on in the hopes...

I’m in anticipatory slo-mo-speed-freak mode. It always happens right before a big trip. It’s all ohmigodwehavesomuchtodo and not enough time and how are we going to get everything we need to get done done before we leave and at the same time it feels as if t i m e s l o w s d o w n and our departure date will N E V E R A R R I V E. Or maybe it’s just me. My friend, whom I was going to have lunch with on Monday, changed our lunch date successively to Tuesday, then...

Nebraska was the place where my memories kicked in. I was old enough to really begin recording my own life in my head. We lived in a quadplex, on a corner lot with a huge yard, right next to an immense amusement park-like playground. It even had a 3-story rocket ship. Across the street from the playground were basketball courts that were flooded for ice skating in the winter and tennis courts where I spent many happy hours with my mom’s tennis racket smacking a tennis ball against the back wall. We had a swingset in the yard and hundreds...

It’s Karin’s birthday today. My little girl is 5 years old. 🙂 Mom revealed that not only did I run when she caught me dawdling along the road to school, but I ran past several houses and then tried to hide in a ditch! LOL She was embarrassed to death to take me into kindergarten an hour late and confess that I was trying to skip school at the tender age of 5 😀 I saw something on TV the other night that actually made me gasp out loud. I had just tossed back in the big chair to relax...