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The Riviera of the North
We’ve just come home from a mini-vacation to Pite Havsbad. We had a busy, fun-filled three days, but it’s good to be home.
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The things they say …
One night last week, the kids and I were lying and talking on my bed. Tage was yelling and rolling around and rough-housing with the girls and generally driving us nuts. I kept asking him to settle down, but he just got wilder. At one point he pulled a blanket over his head and started… Read More The things they say …
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Roughing It
We rented a small cabin on an overnight trip to Lycksele a couple of years ago, and Lydia has been jonesing for another cabin fix ever since. Last week a friend of ours pitched a tent out at the local campground for a few days, and Lydia suddenly remembered that there were cabins there. CABINS,… Read More Roughing It
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Promenade
Yesterday we all walked down to the local campground a mile or so from our house to hang out with a friend who was up visiting for a couple of days. We may have lacked a parade and some fireworks, but it was a nice Fourth of July all the same. Click on the fly… Read More Promenade
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Like daughter, like mother
Today it was my turn to submit my tresses to the cutting shears. Lydia and I have the same stylist, as you can probably tell from the similarity of the pictures. I think it’s safe to say, however, that I was more pleased with my haircut than she was with hers. Click on the thumbnails… Read More Like daughter, like mother
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It’s hot. Too hot.
Time was, the hotter it got the happier I got. Those days are long gone, and have been for some time. After five-plus years living in Sweden, I’m miserable in any temperatures above 25°C (77°F). As I type this, it’s 26°C in Olof’s office. Ergo, I’m miserable. I can trace much of my heat-intolerance back… Read More It’s hot. Too hot.
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This bodes ill.
Today is the first day of Olof’s vacation. He’s off work until August 21, seven long weeks from now. So guess what we’re doing right now. No, really … guess! — He’s working. The phone rang (I just typed “rage” and had to go back and change it — Freudian slip, much?) this morning at… Read More This bodes ill.
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Back from the beauty parlor.
As expected, she opted for the shoulder-length cut I think it looks really nice (it really is even at the bottom, she’s just standing with her head cocked a little). Click on the thumbnails below to see what Herself thinks: (P.S. Is it just me, or does she sort of have a Jodie Foster look… Read More Back from the beauty parlor.
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Hair today?
Lydia’s hair is a constant source of conflict between her and me. To reduce the issue to its simplest terms, I want it combed and she doesn’t want it combed. She has an appointment tomorrow afternoon for a haircut, and I’ve put my best efforts into bribing her to take off more than the half-inch… Read More Hair today?
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