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22
Oct
2006

EARTH’S CRAMMED WITH HEAVEN

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! —Humbert Wolfe Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O’er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days. —Will Carleton

15
Oct
2006

LIFE IS UNCERTAIN. EAT DESSERT FIRST.

Sometimes I think time is moving too quickly, other times I realize, like today, that it is ME that is zooming through the days, barely able to slow down enough to turn my head and realize the sun is shining, the sky is that crisp sharp autumn azure that seems unreal. The air is full of bite and breath and yet you don’t need a sweater. We pulled the wooden wagon behind us to the plant nursery in search of pumpkins; alas, there were none. Or rather there were, but they were either too small to work for our-style jack-o-lanterns...

08
Sep
2006

SCOOP: SALMON SOOTHING FOR SORE SWALLOWERS

Both Martin and Karin complained of sore and ticklish throats this week and Karin went through an entire bag and a half of orange and cherry-flavored cough drops…guess who’s got it now? *cough* So, it’s no wonder I was dragging today, pulling myself one step at a time through work towards quitting time and the Tylenol cold medicine calling me from the bathroom cabinet at home. One of the interns at work graduated today and she cooked lunch for a bunch of us. It was one of the most interesting taste-combination meals I’ve ever had, in a good way: salmon...

04
Aug
2006

TAKE A BOW WOW!

Meet our houseguest! This is Chimay (pronounced “shim-ay”) who was named after a Belgian beer. He’s the sweetest, calmest, prettiest cocker spaniel I have ever met, and he’s all ours until next Wednesday! Mikael and Lene dropped him off this evening after giving us a crash course in Having a Dog 101 (including the fine art of picking up dog poo in a little black bag without having to come in actual contact with it). He was a bit confused when his humans and his brother Eddie shut the door in his face and left him here, but he seems...

24
Jul
2006

WE DO NOT REMEMBER DAYS, WE REMEMBER MOMENTS

Every trip leaves tracks in the mind, memories that slowly fray around the edges. I was surprised that the people of Scotland were, on the whole, so short. I was amused that every time I heard a mother call or reprimand a child, his name was inevitably Alastair or Conor. I was more apprehensive about riding in vehicles on the “wrong” side of the road than I thought I would be; using my own neck muscles and mindpower to keep the buses from tipping off the edges of cliffs and from whamming into oncoming traffic that was on the wrong...

02
Jul
2006

DON’T WISH IT AWAY, DON’T LOOK AT IT LIKE IT’S FOREVER

For the most part, penultimate summer lives only in our memories, a childhood haze of endless sunny days with no school spent poolside, our limbs sealy and brown, slick with water. Mother’s voice, calling distant, while the lightning bugs gather and flash and the streetlamps buzz and strengthen as we skip along the hedgerow, with the sun still lighting our way home despite the hour. 3 days and counting: Perfect summer in Sweden. This is when the tourist board rushes out to photograph the countryside, sunlight and warmth lighting up the red wooden houses and blue and gold crossed flags...

21
Jun
2006

ZEIG MIR DIE ZÄHNE!*

While we were in Germany, we did lots of things (despite the weather). We toured a castle and we went to playplaces and we played card games and we attended a wedding and we hung out and we went to the theater and we ate lots of pork products and we went to Legoland. And while we were there, we JUMPED THE SHARK! Our kids, and my sister’s kids Rachel and Bryce, and then even Anders tried to get in on the action…

23
Apr
2006

WHERE I WAS WHEN I WASN’T WITH YOU

On Thursday night we drove 4.5 hours north to Sotens Fiskeby, a little sommarstuga village on the rocky western coast of Sweden. The coltsfoot are blooming, faking me out with their dandelion-like faces, and all the willows, large and small, are full of pussywillows. There were maybe a handful of other people there, since it is well before the season starts and it was very quiet in the village. We explored the next morning and climbed the rocks behind the cottage up to the highest point on the island. We went to Nordens Ark, a lovely and wonderful zoo that...

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