Signpost We Passed on the Road that Made Me Laugh Out Loud: Nibble (arrow pointing left) and Gryt (arrow pointing right) This week is a bit of a crazy one, and I’m not at all sure how much computer time I’ll have. Tonight and tomorrow are the only nights I’m at home and I really have to get the AWC website and newsletter finished, since I’m only about a third of the way done and they are due next week. Aagh! Plus grocery shopping must be done ASAP. I finished two books during the long weekend and can highly recommend...

You know how when you’ve been corresponding with someone and then you meet them and they’re just really weird and you can’t wait to get away?* I’m happy to report that that was NOT the case this weekend. 🙂 We had a super time with ozswede and tallefjant who could not have been more gracious hosts if they’d tucked us into bed personally each night. They gave up their apartment to us and slept on their boat for 2 nights, they fed us royally, they took us out sailing in the beautiful waters of the archipelago and they were every...

Is my mind on work? Nope, it’s at home packing and thinking about what we need to bring with us tomorrow for the 4-day weekend of zoo tramping at Kolmården and TLC and sailing with ozswede and tallefjant in Nynäshamn! I dropped the catalog off at the printer at 4 p.m. yesterday and this morning before 10 a.m. I have already had to deal with FOUR emails of changes from one company who apparently didn’t proofread their own text carefully enough. argh. Good thing they got the changes to me now though, instead of coming with them next week when...

One thing I really hate when reading is getting to the end of a book only to discover that the author has chosen not to bring the story to an end, but rather to continue it in a new volume. Which I don’t have. Which probably isn’t even published yet. Or if it is, is only available in an expensive hardcover version. It’s most aggravating when it seems that the only reason the author (or the publishing house) made the decision to do so was based solely on the desire to sell more books. I once threw an Anne Rice...

Tired. Wiped out. Exhausted. Drained. Sleepy. Fatigued. Zoning. Driving with half-lights.* That’s me after this long long long busy busy busy day. Too busy to surf the web, too busy to post in my journal, too busy to do anything but all the million things that need to be done. Our giant print piece is nearly ready to go to the printer tomorrow and I’ll be SO GLAD when it’s gone. Final changes and final proofreading in the morning and then it’s off my desk and (nearly) out of my hands for this round. My Day: up shower dress, get...

Blommande sköna dalar, hem för mitt hjärtas ro! Lummiga gröna salar, där vår och kärlek bo! Soliga barn av luft och ljus, o jag förstår ert tysta sus. Blommande sköna dalar, hem för mitt hjärtas ro. Kom, du, min vän, i skogen, kom vid min sida sjung. Skogen är evrigt trogen, våren är evrigt ung. Livet förgår som kvällens fläkt, evig är vårens andedräkt. Kom, du, min vän, i skogen, kom vid min sida sjung.

The new issue of Mosaic Minds is up with all content, except for the first page, since our webwoman is in the middle of moving and there was a bit of a kerfluffle with passwords. Otherwise, I think this was the smoothest issue so far, and I’m quite pleased with it. I submitted my story, The Amusements Are Waiting, and wrote a poem, called Robin Confesses, which I’m extremely happy about since it’s the first time I’ve sat down and written a poem in AGES. Plus, my sister has an excellent poem, about our Great Grandma Beebe, in this issue...

Juniper bushes are bearing waxy blue buds, bleeding hearts hang heavy on their bushes. Walking across the green clipped expanse of the park space hidden in the middle of Flyinge’s neighborhoods, the sky looks immense. I almost feel I could flip upside down and float up into it. Gravity could stop working any minute. The pink blossoms of the cherry trees are snowing down with every breeze, and drifting in piles against the edges of paths and curbs. The lilacs are bursting among their isoceles-shaped droopy leaves in every nuance from white to lavender to royal purple. Spirea smells like...

Work projects are heating up. Busy busy. Life is heating up, too. My schedule for the next two weeks just went ballistic.