Tagged: wonderfulworld

10
Jul
2005

TAKE AWAY

I always feel slightly guilty about referring to The Netherlands as “Holland” but on this trip I realized that all the postcards I saw said Holland so now I don’t care. It’s the same American-centric weirdness that made me wince as I was answering my daughter’s question about why people from Holland speak something called DUTCH when everyone else’s languages match the names of their countries, or nearly. Holland appeals to my sense of order. It makes the Virgo blood in me sing quietly. The trees in rows, the shining strips of the canals neatly dissecting the country in every...

26
Jun
2005

TURN YOUR FACE TO THE SUN AND THE SHADOWS FALL BEHIND YOU*

On a summer evening, when the sky is clear and pure, like glass, like an endless ocean of blue, and the sun is lowering, shining fierce, shining hard, stretching long shadows, sharp shadows, what I want to do is capture the light. I want to share it, show and tell the sun. I want to tell you how driving through these rolling hills, this green big-sky country, this summer, makes me feel. I look hard at everything, I note things down in my mental notepad, I try to polaroid through my eyes. Snap! Snap! The air is crisp, magnifying everything....

22
Jun
2005

SUMMER SOUNDS

We’re starting down the long, darkening slope of the year as of today. It’s hard to believe that this is as good as it gets. When it’s this sunny and warm and light out, when the birds are chirping at 3 a.m. and the grass is growing at amazing rates, there is no possibility of winter, of long, dreary days of darkness. I’m a bit ashamed of myself that the lightest day of the year is a symbol meaning that’s it, it’s over now, and we’re on the way back down into the darkness. Of course, around December 21st, my...

18
Jun
2005

THE REAL MIRACLE IS NOT TO WALK EITHER ON WATER OR IN THIN AIR BUT TO WALK ON THE EARTH

Today = perfect. Perfect weather, so unbelievably perfect that if I could bottle it in a tiny, frosted, gold-corked decanter that I could then hang around my neck on a thin golden chain so that it nestled just so, and open the bottle whenever I was feeling a bit down to uncork some of the blueblueBLUE sky, sunshine, and sparkle, and take a BIG sniff, I would be perfectly happy forever and ever. Nicolai Tower Founded by Bishop Absalon, archbishop of Roskilde (and Lund!) in the 12th century, Copenhagen is a fascinating, beautiful, lively city. King Christian IV, the great...

09
Jun
2005

SAINTS AND POETS

I’m an addict in search of my next hit. The substance I’m addicted to isn’t hard to find, but it can be elusive and you have to keep an eye out for it. I suffer when I can’t get me some, and I have been known to spend money and time searching for it. Luckily, there are so many forms of the thing I crave that I don’t usually have to go too long inbetween highs. It never gets old, that blast of euphoria that sets me spinning, that raises the hair on the back of my neck, that dilates...

08
Jun
2005

SUMMER SUN SOMETHING’S BEGUN BUT UH-OH THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS

Summer was so long when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure they’ve shortened it. And they’ve definitely made it colder. THEY’VE got a lot to answer for. Althooouuugh, they may have shortened the LENGTH of it, but the days! Wow, are THEY long! And this! Sunshine makes me so happy, especially after a couple of weeks of unseasonably cold and grey weather. This was the sky a few minutes ago, at 8:30 p.m. in the evening. Then I walked around and took some more photos of things green and growing and things lilac and lovely.

06
Jun
2005

GROUNDED

Liz: Go pick up your rooms, there’s not that much and it won’t take you long. Martin & Karin: *much grumbling, whining, moping, dragging of feet* Liz: *from the other room, yells* Okay, pick up everything that starts with P! Martin & Karin: *perk right up, begin rushing around muttering to themselves* P, P, pens! P…pokemon! Liz: *breathes a sigh of relief* Martin & Karin: P…P…pärlor! pictures…P, P… Liz: *comes in playroom* …paper! people! Martin: *sternly* WE’RE doing it, Mama. Liz: *leaves* *pause* Martin: Okay, we’re done. Liz: *comes back in* um, no. You forgot the most important P thing...

29
May
2005

DIRECTOR’S CUT

I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much in my life as I did this weekend. As we all did. Emily and Martin had prepared enough food for an army and there were only 6 of us, plus 3 kids and a baby who ate very small portions, mouse portions, BEETLE portions, in comparison to what we consumed. It was ALL so good, though. For dinner there were grilled asparagus wrapped in bacon, grilled ribs, grilled pork filets, grilled beef tenderloin, brown rice and zucchini risotto, 2 sauces to go with all the meat, and Martin never even got around...

28
May
2005

TICKETY WHOO!

Summer turns me upside down. Summer, summer summer, it’s like a merry-go-round! Bright sun? check. Blue sky? check. Slight breeze? check. Buzzing bees? check. Lilacs in bloom? check, check check! We’re heading out in a little bit to spend the rest of the weekend at the summer cottage of our good friends Emily & Martin. Our other good friends Angie & Kristian and their 2 kids will also be there, so I’m really looking forward to it. The weather couldn’t be nicer! I have made rice krispie treats and filled a bowl with chopped up strawberries and seedless purple grapes....

17
May
2005

WHEN EVERY LUSTY HEART BEGINNETH TO BLOSSOM

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I keep forgetting to write about it. One weeknight at dinner, after work/school/daycare, when Anders and Martin and I were a bit flat from a busy day, Karin was completely full of beans. The jumping kind. She bounced around in her chair, interrupted repeatedly, broke into song, made wild grimaces and generally behaved as if she had ants in her pants. I kept threatening to throw her outside to burn off some energy. Finally, after a particularly prolonged oingy-boingy-fit, I pointed at the door and said in no uncertain terms, “OUT!...