I’m starting to resign myself to the fact that this will be one of those infamous gloomy, rainy Swedish summers. I honestly cannot remember the last day that it didn’t rain. Our grass has grown at least six inches high from all the extra watering, and I haven’t been able to mow because it’s so wet. I think I’m going to have to break down and do it tomorrow, come rain or shine, both because I’m getting a little embarrassed by it and because Olof is dying for me to try out the new lawnmower he bought and assembled this week. Plus, I promised to do it if he’d go to the gas station and buy chips and dip, and we shook on it.

As accompaniment to our chips and dip, we’re having Malibu rum and Coke and it’s damn tasty. Olof gave me his one-eyebrow-raised unconvinced look when I suggested the combination, but it took only a sip to make a believer out of him. There’s not much that can’t be made better with a generous splash of Malibu.

I just heard sounds of David Letterman’s opening monologue coming from the living room, so I’d better hurry in and watch it. I’m totally a Letterman kind of girl, and these days I’m rarely up late enough to watch him. It’s a combination of that accursed midnight sun and the unstructured days and nights of summer vacation. Poor Lydia — I’ve been wishing away her break from school almost as soon as it started.

Oh, before I go I want to be sure to mention that the new issue of Mosaic Minds hit the web this morning, and it’s loaded with all sorts of great articles. We’ve shifted our focus a bit with some sections, and trust me when I say that you don’t want to miss it.