After this post I’m putting a moratorium on the use of the words “baby,” “pregnancy,” “labor,” and the like in my blog until a yet-to-be-determined time in the future. In case it has escaped anyone’s notice, I’m quite aggravated by the fact that this baby hasn’t arrived yet, and I’m having a hard time not… Read More Wednesday

Today’s advertising flyers made Olof realize that he couldn’t live one day longer without a video camera so we made a trip to town this afternoon and bought one. When we came home, there was an obviously-dead something lying in our driveway. Before I could stop her, Lydia ran over to investigate, reporting back that… Read More A not-for-the-squeamish bird story.

For the past few days I’ve been reading how everyone in the rest of Sweden has been getting thunderstorms and rain, and I’ve been positively hungering for some of that up here. It finally got to be our turn a couple of hours ago, and the wind and heavy rain has done wonders for the… Read More Sunday

Still no baby, but we do have three more fans and a mosquito screen for the balcony door, so tonight looks to be more bearable than last night was.

I am dangerously close to turning into the kind of person who hates summer. It’s been so hot the last couple of days that I’m about to lose my mind. If I had more energy I’d do a rain dance or sacrifice a goat to the rain gods or something. One thing I know for… Read More Monday

This afternoon after lunch we went to my favorite plant nursery to see if there were any pelargoniums that caught my eye. I settled on this one, Lizzier Salmon Eyer, a stjärnpelargon I hadn’t seen before. As you can see, the plant was HUGE! When we got home I cut it down and repotted it.… Read More Sunday in Four Pictures

After a too-long walk up a too-steep hill in the too-hot sun, tonight is one night I’m perfectly happy not to be going into labor.

Today I got a slip in the mail to go pick up a registered letter. I figured it was just confirmation that the Swedish immigration authority had received the application for citizenship I sent them last week, so I didn’t get around to going down to the gas-station-slash-post-office until just before dinnertime. Imagine my surprise,… Read More Well, slap my face and call me Swedish!