Tagged: goodthings

I opened the back door and beheld my husband, mop in hand, bucket at the ready, rugs and paraphernalia up off the floor, preparing to scrub. “Mmmm…” I said, “there’s nothing sexier than a man with a mop!” Deadpan, Anders answered, “Are you referring to my hair?” Friday was a halfday, due to Alla Helgonsafton and I had left the office just after one o’clock to speed home and help finish grocery shopping and getting the house ready for our dinner party, to find that during the morning, he had dusted and vacuumed and was now finishing up with the...

1) Whipping through the remainder of my project list at work and finishing up exactly when I had to be out the door to be… 2) Going to the airport to pick up my separated-at-birth-kindred-spirit-friend Kathey and her husband Russell, whom I haven’t seen in 2.5 years (because they live in Sydney, Australia) and… 3) Bringing them home where they are going to be staying with us for a week and later… 4) Making a run to the 7-11 in Lund for BEN & JERRY’s ice cream… Russell: How many should we get? Me: Four. Russell: Four?! Me: Well, there’s...

If they sold paint in the color the sky was this evening, I would storm the home stores and buy every can available. When I got home, the hatch of the Volvo bungee-corded down over the bulging shiny cans, I would break out the flat-handled wide brushes and cover every surface until my entire world reflected the pale blended swath of periwinkle-melon-lavender-rose-apricot-palebanana-eggshell-cornflower that lined the sky tonight. Not one cloud. The swath was a band around the world, a ribboned horizon-belt beneath a bowl of blue, highlighted with coral and gold by the sinking sun. I paid too much for...

La la la! Presentation? Done! Calendar? Done! Program? Done! Ballots? Done! Newsletter? Just about done! Website? Done! Done! DONE! And an hour before I go to sleep to read my lovely new book that I can’t stop thinking about, that I don’t want to put down, that I stayed up too late reading last night, that I want never to end because it’s so good, so far, and hurray for reading books that I love by authors that I love! All that, and a morning spent in the sunshiney fields of pumpkins, polka-dotted fields, spotted and dotted fields: orange and...

Blue sky days…I can never have too many. Each one a gift wrapped up with a sunshine bow. Yesterday, I was privileged to meet another online friend, the inimitable Tracey Marshall. She’s a talented photographer, and an American expat living north of Gothenburg in Sweden. She and her boyfriend Tobey drove down to visit and brought the camera. Tracey is one of a handful of photographers that I admire greatly, one who also writes passionately and amusingly about her experiences adjusting to life in Sweden. In addition to her engaging online persona, in person she is friendly, talkative and charming....

Is there anything better than friends and books and food? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. e11en, your surprise package was waiting for me when I got home, and I was literally floored by your kindness. Thank you so very, very much. There’s nothing better than friends, and the ones inside my computer are wonderful. (Click Here for More Night Trampoline!)