Tagged: meandmyman

17
Nov
2007

EAT, EAT! NO ONE LIKES A SKINNY SANTA!

Anders was gone all week, in Italy on business. He brought home: a huge wedge of parmigiano reggiano cheese 4 packages of pasta a pack of prosciutto ham one small hard Italian salami a package of salsiccia sausages limoncello, nocino and grappa And then he made dinner tonight: a plate of appetizers that included sliced salami, prosciutto-wrapped cantelope and prosciutto-wrapped parmesan slices mushroom risotto with fresh grated parmesan cheese perfectly cooked steaming sausages a bowl of baby plum tomatoes My friend Debbie came over with her son, who checked out Karin’s loftbed and declared that he liked it, and they’ll...

23
Nov
2006

GRATITUDE IS THE BEST ATTITUDE

It’s Thanksgiving in America, but here in Sweden it was just another regular work day. Except for all my American colleagues who wished me a Happy Thanksgiving and the thanks-filled posts I saw online and an elevated mood on my part (defiantly ignoring the rain), there wasn’t much different about the day. We had our annual wreath-making workshop tonight and despite the fact that half the people who were signed up bailed, the 4 of us who were there had a great time and lots of laughs, while the rain pounded futilely on the corrugated roof. Haha! we said, you...

04
Jun
2006

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

You might think this photo means I am just a material girl, but what it really means is that he listened and gave me just what I wanted just when I wanted it: his heart.

09
Apr
2006

CARPE WEEKEND

4 days is too long to go without journaling. There is a sense of slippage, of retreat. Life swells, full up, and takes over, and I’m swept away in the current of busyness. Dinner out with 2 friends, one good and older, one good and newer, a chance to just sit and relax and talk and laugh about everything and anything after a long busy week. Just what I needed. Then the deadline of guests arriving, forcing me to hit that perfect beat, boy, and get the damned house cleaned up. I swept into Roomba-mode and motored through the morning...

13
Feb
2006

I CAN SEE SPRING FROM HERE

There’s vaseline on the winter lens, everything is airbrushed in a vaporous and peripheral veil, a shadow fog teasing the eye. The fields down the long hill are mottled, a snowmelt, no-melt zone of loamy chocolate earth, frozen-in-motion sprouts of rapeseed, sugarbeets, alfalfa green against the spangled white of the snow crisps. All along the edges of the roadways, exhaust has pitted and etched a poisonous lace pattern. It makes me literally sick to my stomach to think too hard about that black sludge seeping down into the earth, into the water, into the grain. The snow is only momentarily...

23
Jun
2005

LESSONS IN LOVE

What if I’d married the first man who told me he loved me too fast? He told me after just a few weeks of going steady, my junior year in high school…he told me he could see us getting married, having kids. He joined a bible study group and a choir because I was in them, despite his authority-snubbing long hair and worship of hard rock. He wrote nice things about me in the school paper and took me to dances. The thing is, I’m pretty sure even now that he was sincere and not just trying to get into...

01
Jun
2005

OOPS

I worked until 6 today trying frantically to finish up a project that was due. I have a dozen others yapping at my heels, vying for attention. I wrote yesterday that I have work on the brain, but I didn’t realize how bad it was until this evening. Farmor and farfar picked up the kids after school so I felt able to stay late and work. Anders also worked a little late. He called me once during the day today to ask me for Martin’s person-number* and I called him once to talk to him about how to divide up...

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