Tagged: meandmyman

12
Feb
2021

CONSTANT VERGE

Lately, I feel like I’m living with all my nerves on the outside of my skin. Everything is overwhelming, or else I’m too sensitive. The smallest things make me feel like crying and that makes me feel stupid and small myself. If I could curl up and sleep all day, I think I would, but I don’t. I get up, I shower and dress. I work a full day’s work, I eat lunch and dinner and when the sun is shining I add to my daily treadmill 20 with a brisk walk around the neighborhood. I read every day, I...

29
Dec
2020

ALL OVER THE PLACE

Almost no one is writing anymore. Apart from John and June, I seem to be alone out here. Even Chuck has disappeared. I hope it’s temporary; there are already so few people blogging these days. It’s the holidays, when people are living life and not hanging out online, plus the pandemic has, I suspect, left us with nothing to write about. At least nothing happens to write about. But that just means there should be more time for writing about what one THINKS and FEELS and CARES about. We watched David Attenborough’s documentary A Life on Our Planet yesterday. It...

02
Dec
2020

MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO, MONKEY PROUD

Karin made dinner for us tonight: potato soup with carrots, leek and chicken dogs (cut-up). It’s a soup that she and her classmates made once, on an expedition to Skrylle, which is a nature reserve not too far from the school. She was about 14 at the time, and they made the soup over an open fire and she clearly remembers me asking her, when she got home, if she’d been smoking, because she smelled like smoke, and being upset with me for EVEN ASKING, GOD MOM. It was yummy, and Anders made garlic toast in the oven to go...

01
Oct
2019

I CHEST WANT SOME NEW BUREAUS

October came whistling in over the weekend with wild winds, cold temperatures and lots of grey cloud cover. It’s COLD now. I’ve switched to my winter raincoat and a scarf is a must now. The trees are mostly losing leaves but some have turned…raggedy gold and brown. The bright red that signals autumn hasn’t struck since there haven’t been any frosty nights yet. With global warming, it may be a thing of the past here…I suspect the trees will be bare before the temps drop that low, anyway, at least at the rate the wind is whirling. Anders is in...

04
Jul
2019

HONEY AND HOTDOGS AND HOLIDAYS

Two people, both complete strangers, that I’ve talked to recently on the phone, have referred to me with what I thought were rather strangely inappropriate endearments. One called me “honey” and the other repeatedly called me both “momma” and “baby girl” during our conversation. These are women who I am betting are younger than me, and even if they are American, doing this kind of thing strikes me as weirdly off. The only people I would refer to as “honey”, first of all, are my husband or my children. The only other time I would call someone “honey” is if...

16
Aug
2017

BOGGLING ABOUT EVERYTHING

I continue to be flabbergasted at the apparently unending depths to which the US president is sinking. When will the nightmare end? I am also boggled at how anyone who voted for him expected anything different. Honestly, this trainwreck of a presidency was obvious from the start. GAH. People keep asking me how it’s going, how it was to leave Martin in the US, how it is to be almost empty-nesting. To be honest, it’s fine. I’m fine. I mean, I miss Martin, but at this point, I’m just really glad that he’s starting school and that we aren’t driving...

09
Apr
2017

TWO BIG THINGS

I’m so out of the habit of writing I don’t seem to know how to get started again. And I still can’t sit down at the computer at home without my arm starting up. I’ve been super sick with a nasty head cold for over a week now. Had to reschedule my MRI from last week to next week, and if I’m still coughing by Tuesday will probably have to postpone it again. Highlights of the past week, despite the unbelievable amount of mucus, include Anders coming home from South Africa to be surprised by A NEW BED! and Karin...

14
Mar
2015

CONFIRMATION

I am apparently old now. I can’t seem to sleep in, or go back to sleep when I wake up early. Unlike my teenage children and my former self, who could sleep half the day away, I am no longer able to doze of a morning. I can still stay slugabed for hours with a book but the sleeping part seems to be a thing of the past. My intentioned plans for this weekend were pretty nil, though I did have some spring-cleaning on the menu. It’s the melodifestivalen final tonight so we invited Anders’ mom over to watch it...

01
Jun
2014

PERFECT DAYS

This has been a nearly perfect long weekend. Perfect weather, perfect amount of things to do, perfect amount of sleeping in. There was sushi and sunshine and summer flowers. A not-too-long to-do list with almost everything checked off and then some. Time with family and time to myself. One book finished and another begun. And an anniversary to celebrate. The yard looks beautiful, well, at least it looks, like Martin says, as if someone cares about it. Anders clipped the hedge and pulled all the long grass and weeds from around the cherry tree and set a ring of stones...

20
May
2014

NILS EINAR EK, 1926-2014

I’ve been to four funerals in Sweden. And four in the US, if I remember correctly: my father, his mother, her housekeeper’s husband, and my maternal grandfather. Here in Sweden, the funerals were for the wife of one of Anders’ friends, the girlfriend of his uncle, my friend Carol, and now Anders’ father. We spent most of the day in Oxie, at the church and the congregation home afterwards. The church is tiny and whitewashed, from the 12th century…it’s Malmö county’s oldest church. Anders was five when his parents moved to Oxie; his sister was 3. They only moved to...

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