Not very strangely, I don’t want to work on projects at work (even though I have a couple of fun ones). I want to write things and play on LJ and work on Mosaic Minds and my AWC site and my family website. Work just gets in the way, darn it. When we first moved to Sweden, I figured I’d study Swedish for six months or so and then start looking for a job. Because I got pregnant right away, things didn’t work out quite as planned and I ended up being home for 3 years, which by the end...

My Sunday morning song: Stretch, roll over, snooze, slowly re-awaken, watch the sunlight in the trees, revel in the silence 🙂 Blue, Blue, Blue! shouts the sunny winter sky. I’m going for a brisk walk.

The Thai food was EXCELLENT. Pad Se Ew, my favorite!! 🙂 Despite the putzing around, I got an article re-written and a poem sent off to Mosaic Minds, which I’m also the new Poetry section editor for. 🙂 If anyone reading this is interested in submitting work, especially poetry, to the zine, the theme for the 2nd issue is Nostalgia. I want to write and write and write until my fingers fall off. How come I feel like everything I write has been written before and better? I want everything I write to come out perfectly even though I know...

Stayed up super late, but crossed a major to-do off my list. Slept in until I woke naturally this morning, talked with a couple of good friends on the phone while snuggled under the covers and then got up when I damn well felt like it. 🙂 Laundry and dishes are being washed and I plan to putz around the house at my own pace, work a bit, cross some more things off, stop and read, listen to MY music as loud as I like. Tonight is Thai food with the AWC, a fun group of people are signed up....

2 minutes ago, if they left on time, my husband and children drove away from the house with a giant camping cooler full of food, way more suitcases and duffels than one would think 3 people, 2 of them pint-size, would need for a week away, and various snow activity equipment including skis, snowboards and plastic sleds. Karin had a slight fever this morning but was in good spirits. Ain’t nothing going to stop her and Martin from going to ski school, no sir. They’ll be gone until NEXT Saturday night. My boss, upon hearing this, said 3 days. A...

The sky was streaked all pink and blue this morning like a parade of newborns was on the way. It’s blue now, mixed with grey. Indecisive sky! Sunny? Not sunny? We’ll wait and see if the sun makes up its mind or not. Mosaic Minds is up and running thanks to the efforts of a great team. I can’t make any claim to it this issue as I didn’t do much, which I have mixed feelings about. But I’m happy that my brother’s great photography was highlighted in the Changing the Scenery section. He’s got a natural eye and takes...

I can’t decide if the perpetual chill in my body is a sign of impending age, poor circulation or a problem with the heating system. No one seems to be as cold as I am in my own house. The children run around barefoot and one can practically see the heatwaves of mirage arising from their little furnace torsos. I’ve always liked the cold, welcomed it, hated being too hot. You can always put on another layer when it’s cold, but when it’s hot there’s only so much you can take off and your skin won’t peel away to bring...

Just had a scheduled 15-minutes-with-the-boss, with Johan, our department manager, and told him exactly how I’ve been feeling about my job, our company culture, the upcoming move, and all. He was very sympathetic and agreed with me on several points and offered alternate solutions and promised to take action on several of the most important things that are bothering me. Too bad he can’t do anything about the open landscape shit, but at least he agreed that it IS shit, even if we have to make the best of it. I’ve gotten involved with the trivselkommitteén for the move to...

Everything is flocked in sparkling white velvet. The smack of wet, sudden splotches on the windshield immediately swiped away, and repeat. Snow hyperspaces and dazzles. The slither and crunch of well-mixed packsnow rattles in the wheel wells. Sliding rubber grabs and fails, clutching only at my panicked heart. Recover, and drive on in the wet, woolly, pillowfought world. The half hour slow slide from our house to the nearest exit where I could turn around and retreat, which usually takes 7 minutes, convinced me that driving to Malmö in a blizzard for dinner qualified as a bad idea. Even in...

I wonder if it would take just some sunshine to make things seem brighter when it comes to my job and my work environment? Everything seems grey and squashed right now. We are moving in about a month to new offices, only there won’t be any OFFICES, we’ll be sitting in an open landscape, not even in cubicles. I’m getting very depressed about the whole thing and have been walking around with a frowny face all morning. We went up to look at the site so we could get an idea of where we will be sitting and hopefully choose...