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
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
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
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.
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.