Tagged: adayinthelife

We’ve been invited to a black tie cocktail party tonight, hosted by a colleague. We only had a week’s notice on the invitation because Francois knew I don’t drink so he thought I wouldn’t be interested in attending a cocktail party but my other colleague Barbara told him he should extend the invitation and let me make up my own mind whether or not we wanted to come. The biggest problem with this invitation wasn’t at all the drinks issue, it was the BLACK TIE. We are just not black tie kind of people. We don’t have any clothing that...

It’s been thundering and lightning all evening. And writing that sentence just made me realize that whenever we say that, we are using the word lightning as a VERB, just because it has an ing on the end. Really, it should be lightninging, which I just sat here and said several times out loud to see how it sounded, prompting my husband to say, “what?” in a confused tone from the living room. Last night I had dinner with my oldest girlfriends in Sweden, the women I became friends with first after I moved here, that is…it’s nothing to do...

This morning, driving through the rain on the way to work, I nearly ran into a rainbow. It was right in front of the car, just came out of nowhere! A patch of sunshine had strayed from between the clouds and was blundering about looking for its way out again. After a few moments of sun-bathed sparkliness it vanished once more for most of the day. But! Out it came again to play in the early evening and how did I choose to celebrate? By cleaning the garage. Why yes, I am clinically insane, thank you for asking! Do you...

Melodifestival thoughts: Sandra Dahlberg was robbed. It’s weird to think that an entire country of over 9 million people are all sitting in their living rooms watching the same program on TV. And they announced that an American broadcasting company has bought the rights to the Eurovision concept, so soon all the entire U.S. of A. will be glassy-eyed with song contest fever, too. Any takers that Carola sweeps the whole thing this year? One for the WTF files: A 9th grade art teacher in New York was suspended and may be fired from his 25-year long teaching career for...

I dream weird dreams about babies sliding across floors and down highways, waking only when Anders comes in to tell me he’s leaving for hockey practice, and then the speedy sliding babies are gone. The kids are chattering in the kitchen, they are very loud, but I fall back asleep. No dreams this time, and when I awake again I feel drugged and logy. Stagger up and out of bed, to stand disoriented for a few moments. The sun is indecisive; he might show, he might not. Despite the lateness of the hour, the aquarium is still dark; the fish...

The sky was completely clear this morning when I woke up at the godforsaken hour of 7:30 A.M. ON A SATURDAY. *raises clenched fist, shakes it* The kids got up at the exact same time foiling my evil plan of keeping them up really late last night in the hopes they’d sleep in this morning and proceeded to bounce into our bed to welcome Daddy home. 🙂 A few hours later, the sun is doing a smackdown on all the snow scabs that are still holding on, and the sky is new blue, spring blue, with wisps of cirrus veils...