I’ve just seen an ad for a remake of The Pink Panther, with Steve Martin as Inspector Clouseau. What is the world coming to?

As you may or may not have noticed, Fat Tuesday is fast approaching. Not being Catholic (nor, indeed, any other sort of Christian), and not living anywhere near New Orleans, I spent most of my life taking no notice whatever of its coming. Since moving to Sweden, however, I haven’t missed a single Mardi Gras… Read More I’ve seen the future and it’s made of chocolate.

Even though Lydia is only nine, she and I have nearly the same size feet. She recently became aware of this fact, meaning that as far as she’s concerned, my socks and shoes are now community property. Where once my sock drawer was filled to overflowing, I’m now forced to rummage through the dregs, choosing… Read More À propos appropriation

Today Tage and I were in town to take Ola to the vet. We were in the car waiting to make a left turn and there was a man who looked as though he wanted to cross the street. I stopped to wait, but then he stopped. I started moving again, then he started, too.… Read More Talking to Tage

Tage is still very much into super-heroes. Lately he’s been transforming into a super-hero named, inexplicably, something that sounds like “Wakka Po.” I don’t know too much about this Wakka Po character, other than that he has a long tail (I was sternly admonished while walking down the stairs behind him not to step on… Read More Superiority Complex

After talking about it for a couple of weeks, Olof and I hit the big toy-slash-baby store in town yesterday to buy an exersaucer for Petra. I’d been looking forward to having a bright and colorful place to stash her when I need a baby-free moment, so you can imagine my dismay when we didn’t… Read More Toy Story

Off and on for the past year or two, the group of girls I hang out with have had a regular weekly coffee date at Wayne’s Coffee in Skellefteå. At first Thursday was the appointed day, then, as schedules changed, it was Friday. For quite a while I missed as many (or more) get-togethers as… Read More Monday is the new Friday … or Wednesday is the new Thursday … or something

Olof has been working practically non-stop for the past couple of weeks, which means that I’m on non-stop kid duty, which means that my poor blog has been sadly neglected. My mom commented today that not much is going on here lately, and I know it must be bad if even she is mentioning it.… Read More Saturday