My mom sent me this quote tonight: “Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming—WOW—What a Ride!” ~Anonymous 🙂 Words to live by. We dropped the kids off in Oxie and got into town just in time to pick up our pre-paid tickets to see Lost in Translation. I liked it…sort of. Not as much as Anders, surprisingly. As much as I thought Bill Murray did a good job, I don’t get...

Blah blah blahbbity blah blah. That was the weather and my mood this afternoon. I tried to book a table at the yummy tapas place for tomorrow and I waited too long, dammit. They’re booked solid from 5 until 9 p.m.. 🙁 Oh well, we have tickets to Lost in Translation since I couldn’t afford ozswede‘s extortion price. Which is good cuz I love Bill Murray when he’s not trying to be funny. One of my long-time guilty-pleasure movies is his The Razor’s Edge. I need to see that again. Or re-read the book. More Guilty and Not-so-guilty Pleasure Movies:...

A lamentation of swans flew overhead this afternoon. They were heading southerly which seems strange to me, being so late, but a lot of the big migrations here seem to be always heading in the wrong directions. Last fall, all the birds were flying north and I stood in the driveway and waved my arms at them and shouted “Wrong way! Wrong way!” but they didn’t listen. The swans flew low and fast over the house, honking in a mournful way. In fact, at first I thought they were geese, they were so big and loud. I could hear the...

Karin thinks that if she insists hard enough that she’s still sick, she’ll get to stay home from dagis EVERY DAY in order to play on the computer. Anders made the HUGE mistake of showing the kids the Bionicle homepage when he got the ADSL hooked up last week and letting them play one of the games online. Now, that’s all Karin wants to do. Imagine her disappointment yesterday when I finally caved and the game wasn’t online anymore. Because now you have to go buy the CD-ROM. :S Around 4 p.m. yesterday, I felt as if I was sinking...

When the kids were still very little, Anders and I learned early on that we were lucky…we had a natural division without having to fight over it or worry about. Anything that came out of baby from the waist down was mine to deal with and anything that came out from the waist up was his. This is good in theory, but sometimes in practice it doesn’t work out. Anders, for example, changed as many diapers as I did. Last night, due to the fact that Anders is in Italy, it REALLY didn’t work out, and I learned more about...

Darn the weather, anyway! A gorgeous blue-skied sunshine morning turns into a sleeting, snowing, grey afternoon. Who let the dogs out? I stayed up way too late last night, just playing around online and on LJ, and then called my mother at 12:14 a.m. who said in a horrified voice when she picked up the phone, “What are you still doing up?!!” 😛 Dealing with the ownfault-tiredness is going okay, although I’m not looking forward to being unable to veg on my own sofa while the kids swirl around me like dust devils. Instead, I’m picking them up after work...

Despite a powdered sugar dusting of snow along all the edges this morning, we had winter sunshine today, high and stabbing and potent. Plastic stretched sky, so shiny and bright it looks unreal. Blue like a robin’s egg, like a periwinkle, like the water against the pale blue painted sides of a swimming pool. Nearly no clouds and a few jet trails like jewelry across heaven’s throat. Later, an unseen artist adds dabs of black to the mix, gradually darkening the hue from blue through black, a cobalt that breathes with tiny twinkly pulsating stars. They look like pinholes through...

Flyinge is, quite possibly, the best little Swedish village in Skåne. Aside from the fact that it doesn’t have a take-out sushi joint, that is. It was on the outer edge of the circle we drew around Malmö and Lund when we were househunting in 1997 and has so many amenities that when we decided that first house was getting a bit small, I amazed my husband by insisting that we find or build a new house in Flyinge instead of considering any of the other certain-to-be drab, podunk villages in the area or moving in to Malmö or Lund....

Does anyone know if you can glue candles back together?

Backhanded compliments are so fun. Your mind just twists them around and around like a little möbius strip. Apparently, I use this LJ thing too much as a journal (the laundry is all done) and not enough as a blog (I saw a velvet sky tonight, streetlights spread their clean, white light). To that I say: Pbbbb!!! 😛 My brother, the idea man, has told me in no uncertain terms that I need to do more creative writing here. The latin phrase with which I’ve titled this journal seems to have escaped him. Or else it’s not IN THAT CRAPPY...