It’s been a reasonably productive day, despite the fact that I didn’t get out of bed until nearly noon. Lydia had plans to play over at a friend’s house this afternoon, so after we dropped her off, Olof, Tage, and I went to the big toy store in town to do some Christmas shopping. Lucky… Read More Sunday

So, I was remembering the clothespin reindeer I always used to see at holiday baza’ars back home, and I thought they would be a cute craft to make with Lydia. I went looking online for some pointers, and found exactly what I was looking for at this site. I was a little puzzled by the… Read More What am I missing?

My six-year-old niece, Saga, came over today and spent the afternoon with Tage and me. Aside from Asbjørn knocking out one of her front teeth and Tage hitting her repeatedly with a big stick, I think she had a fine time. I’m sure she was mightily relieved when Lydia came home from school and she… Read More Thursday

I am so tired that I think I could sleep for a week straight, except that the chimney sweep guy is coming bright and early tomorrow morning, and I have to be up to let him in and out. With any luck, he’ll be here and gone before Tage wakes up and I can go… Read More Tuesday

Yesterday in the deluge of ads that fills our mailbox on an almost-daily basis was a little magazine called “Vardag & Fest” that I’ve come to look forward to, despite its having put out only two issues so far. It was in the first issue that I learned that Betty Crocker products are soon to… Read More The times, they are a-changin’

I’m overdue for an update, I know, but I’m fresh out of things to say. I think all the frenzied writing of the past couple of weeks totally took it out of me and I need just to lie low and recharge for a while. The good news is that all that writing paid off… Read More Sunday

You know, I really do hate winter. Sometimes I think, Hey, maybe it’s not so bad, really, like maybe it’s just gotten to be a habit to say that I hate it, when truthfully there are plenty of good things about it to appreciate that I’ve let my bad attitude obscure. But no, after much… Read More In a deep and dark December