Quarter to four in the afternoon and I just turned on the porch lights. Oh, daylight, we hardly knew ye … One of the first things people usually notice when they come to my house is that we have a lot of clocks. So many clocks, in fact, that one of Lydia’s friends recently asked,… Read More That time of year …
I normally cut my hair myself, mostly because I’ve had way too many awful haircuts in my life and I figure that if I’m going to have an ugly ‘do I might has well get it for free and have only myself to blame. The last time I had my hair cut in a salon… Read More New ‘do
In Swedish, the word for the number 6 is “sex.” The word for “sex” is also “sex.” This isn’t cause for misunderstanding as often as you might think, but it does occasionally provide for a bit of fun, such as in the following ad that ran in one of our local papers this morning: The… Read More Word Play
When I opened the fridge last night to get out a carton of milk I noticed right away that the contents were even more disordered than usual. Jam jars and margarine tubs and condiment bottles, along with a lone, wayward leek, were jumbled together in a topsy-turvy mess in the middle of the fridge. At… Read More Science Lesson
I know I shouldn’t have, but I have poor impulse control and he was just too, too cute. He’s 12½ weeks old, and his name is Ola, in honor of Ola Svensson, who–in a shocking upset–was voted off of Idol 2005 last Friday. Let’s hope our little Ola fares better with the voters here in… Read More Looky, looky what I got!
On the way to town this morning I said to Olof that it would be great if I had an angle with the driving test examiner. You know, like if he had a particular interest in the States or had lived in Idaho or wanted to speak English or anything special we had in common… Read More The Post You’ve Been Waiting For
I think I haven’t explained before, for those of my readers who don’t know, all of the things that go into getting a Swedish driver’s license. First and most important, unless you are from another EU country or Japan, it doesn’t matter how long you might have been a licensed driver in another country. When… Read More Phase Two, Complete
Poor little Petra is suffering a bit from third-child syndrome — we’ve taken hardly any pictures of her lately. I tried to remedy that a bit this afternoon, and here are a couple of the better ones:
With a bit of luck I’ll have my driver’s license by the end of the week and today will have been the last time I had to do a big grocery shop with the entire family in tow. Lately we’ve been going to town on Saturday or Sunday and trying to buy all our groceries… Read More Sunday