Tagged: adayinthelife

The rain is turning everything dark, grey, beige and green with mold. I’m finding and trying all the various ways of doing nothing that I can while my family is out of town. Motivation? At an all time low. Personal productivity? Lower, if possible. Who am I, when I’m not being organized? When I’m not being creative, responsible, busy? I see my face in the mirror but it’s not recognizable. I’m caught up in the unfathomable horror of tsunami videos out of Japan. When that overwhelms, I play Pumpkin Xplode on my iPad until equilibrium returns. I’m reading a book,...

Woke up at 7:42 a.m., went back to sleep for TWO HOURS, got up, showered and dressed, dusted the whole house, windexed all the glass surfaces, tidied, vacuumed, cleaned out the front hall closet, watered the plants, started laundry, went grocery-shopping, ate lunch, read 3 chapters of the book group book which I’m finding more more engaging and interesting than I thought I would. Then I fixed lunch for the kids. In the meantime, kids cleaned up, dusted & vacuumed their own rooms, emptied garbages in the whole house. Martin helped me take out recycleables. Karin went to the grocery...

I had lunch today with the one club member out of over 180 people who expressed interest in taking over one of the THREE board positions I’m currently handling. 184 members, I just checked. This sort of thing boggles me still, but no longer surprises me, after 13 years. Who turned off summer again? It’s COLD. Also grey, windy and wet. Brrr! Eyjafjallajokull, was it you? Bad volcano! It’s a busy weekend, heavy on kid activities, both of which are outside and the forecast is for more of the cold-windy-grey-and-wet. *sigh* A soccer match tomorrow morning for Karin and Martin...

Even though I passed a truck piled high with sugar beets the other day on the highway, just as I was driving down the hill where I could see the plumes from the sugar factory smokestacks cottoning their way into the air, and even though the chill in the evening air is noticeable, and even though the speed limit through our little village has been lowered to its autumnal crawl zone of 30 MPH (thanks to those those same sugar-beet trucks), it does not FEEL like fall. It feels like summer. Still. Still summer. What with the endless cloudless blue...

It’s Sunday morning, the 4th and last day of a long weekend. I was just realizing that the reason it’s a long weekend in America is because it’s Memorial Day weekend, while the reason why it’s a long weekend here in Sweden is because of Ascension Day. Strange. The sun keeps trying to come out…it’s been up and down and hiding and peeping all weekend. We’re back to the “wait-5-minutes” typical Swedish weather, it seems. I’m really hoping that the sunshine sticks around or at least comes back full force when my brother comes at the end of June, but...