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10
Nov
2012

GOOSE CHASE

I feel like writing, so here I am. Not that I have anything particular to talk about, but so what? That shouldn’t ever stop a blogger, right? I look at the little calendar at the top right hand side of my blog and see that I have only blogged twice this month: pathetic. It seems to be a good month if I manage to write once a week. How will I remember anything if I don’t write it down? I already have plenty of evidence about how threadbare the net of memory has become. We ate a Mårtensgås dinner at...

31
Mar
2012

SVENSKA

It’s been a blah week, so I was really looking forward to Friday and a chance to relax a bit. I had promised Karin I would drive her to Sandby after I got home from work, since she was going to a disco with classmates and spending the night with a friend. She had brought in the mail and there was a slip for a package on the table addressed to me. I was pleased, as I thought it was the birthday presents and other items I had ordered last week. So I dropped her off and stopped by the...

12
Mar
2012

THAT PUNCHY FEELING YOU GET IN THE WEE HOURS WHEN EVERYTHING IS FUNNY

I used to stay up late, crafting the perfect post, meticulously searching for the right words, the best phrasing and the funniest anecdotes. Now it’s barely 10 p.m. and I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open. Something keeps waking me up around 4 a.m. on work nights. I can’t really get back to sleep and only doze on and off until the alarm blares to life 2+ hours later. I don’t know what it is that is waking me up. Could it be the birds starting their early-morning chirp-fest since the light is brightening early again? Could it...

12
Aug
2011

1 X 2

No shooting stars for us tonight, though I can see a glimmer of clear sky near the horizon at the outer edges of the solid cloud cover that blankets us. It’s cold out, too, dipping down into the lower teens (Celsius), a chill reminder that summer is fleeting and layers are essential in this northern clime. It’s been an up and down day of really good things and bummers of the lighter variety. A friend I see much too seldom had to cancel our get-together plans for spending the evening talking non-stop. I had an excellent sushi lunch with brief_therapy...

29
Jun
2011

ALL OF US ARE FOREIGNERS SOMEWHERE

I don’t think about the fact that I’m a foreigner and an immigrant very often. I’ve assimilated quite well here, and frankly it wasn’t all that difficult. I’ve got lots of advantages in the immigrant deck of cards: I’m Caucasian, I’m educated, I speak English. I come from the US and I came because of a Swede. I’m not a refugee, even though I’m jokingly classed as a “love refugee” by a certain subset of expats. I have a job so I can contribute to taxes that keep this country running. I learned to speak Swedish quickly and fairly easily....

23
Sep
2010

THINGS YET TO DO

I have lived in Sweden for nearly 14 years. Is that right? Did I count correctly? I moved here in January of 1997, so if I take my gloves and shoes and socks off and wiggle my toes and ignore Mr Numbers’ malicious grin and start on my pointer finger with January 1998 and add 99, 2000, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11…it means that when January 2011 rolls around 14 years will have gone by since we moved to Europe. We’ve done a lot of things since we moved to Sweden. We’ve been to...

22
Apr
2010

SIGNS OF THE END TIMES

What a hellish couple of days this has been, and now more bad news to add the icing on to the bogus cake. Yesterday, when I got home, Karin was playing on the computer. I kicked her off for a bit to check email and catch up on some quick online errands, and then we went to the store and then came home and had dinner. After dinner, she went back to finish her last half hour of play, and couldn’t log in. I tried, but I couldn’t log in either. So I logged in as an administrator but quickly...

13
Nov
2007

MY SISTER CALLS IT BREAKFRIST

Sugar crystal slush cover on the ground, the yard, the car this morning. Slickery noises as the car tires skid and catch even at a snail’s pace on the tight turns in the neighborhood. Halfway through the morning, a glance out my window reveals huge fat white feather-flakes slowly drifting downward; nothing sticks. The only way is through. Through the darkness, the cold, the wet, the dreamtime of winter. Just as everything natural is slowing down, turning inward, hibernating, our calendar and schedules and lives are speeding up: full speed to the holidays. This time of year is always grueling...

26
Aug
2007

STUFF TO BUY AND STUFF TO DO

I awoke to the sound of pouring rain this morning and felt awfully sorry for the Flyinge Sports Association who were probably cursing the weather as they tried to set up the flea market tents and tables over by the soccer fields on the other side of the village. By noon, however, the clouds had lifted and there was blue sky showing around all the edges of the towering cumulus skybeasts, when the kids and I set out. For safety’s sake, we wore our raincoats tied around our waists, and we were glad we did as a last sudden shower...

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