February 12th, 2004



Karin thinks that if she insists hard enough that she's still sick, she'll get to stay home from dagis EVERY DAY in order to play on the computer. Anders made the HUGE mistake of showing the kids the Bionicle homepage when he got the ADSL hooked up last week and letting them play one of the games online. Now, that's all Karin wants to do. Imagine her disappointment yesterday when I finally caved and the game wasn't online anymore. Because now you have to go buy the CD-ROM. :S

Around 4 p.m. yesterday, I felt as if I was sinking in quicksand, so I scooped Karin up, left Martin to his own devices, and we took a nap, that ended up being VERY difficult to get up from. Like swimming against a current. With a bag of bricks tied to my eyelids. Karin was even harder to awaken, and no surprise, her long nap made it much harder for her to go to sleep on time last night. She was running a fever again which is why we are home today. I managed to get my butt in gear this morning to get Martin to school, however. Good mom!

Hee Hee Hee: Mmmmmmmmmmm! Pie

I'm in the middle of Jonathan Carroll's The Wooden Sea. Neil Gaiman's review blurb on the book says, "He's got the magic." What would YOU do if you were suddenly confronted with your 17-year-old self and told that you had done everything in your life wrong?

Actually, I think if my 17-year-old self heard I was married to a Swede, and living in Sweden, she'd say "Cool." Although, she would probably be completely floored by the 2 kids part. I don't think my life has taken many wrong turns. A few dead-ends, yes, and once I got lost on a highway clover, and every now and then I still get the urge to get in the car and drive over the Öresund bridge to Copenhagen and just keep on going, but I've squashed it so far. I think it's the same urge that you occasionally consider when standing on the edge of the subway tracks or a cliff, one that would end with the same messiness but not the sudden impact.

On that note, I think I'll throw Karin in the car now that she's eaten lunch and go drive around shopping.
  • Current Music
    Heart—Lighter Touch


A lamentation of swans flew overhead this afternoon. They were heading southerly which seems strange to me, being so late, but a lot of the big migrations here seem to be always heading in the wrong directions. Last fall, all the birds were flying north and I stood in the driveway and waved my arms at them and shouted "Wrong way! Wrong way!" but they didn't listen. The swans flew low and fast over the house, honking in a mournful way. In fact, at first I thought they were geese, they were so big and loud. I could hear the windbeats of their wings as they passed, thwhum thwhumming.

They're not as beautiful when they fly as when they float. They look big and clumsy and they make astonishing noises. Even though they are called Mute Swans, they are far from silent, and it sounds as though they are calling directions or encouragement to the other members of the wedge as they constantly adjust their course.

There were more than 11 of them, and I saw no girl looking for nettles, so I assume that they were not the enchanted brothers that Hans Christian Andersen wrote about. Pity, that. Although, I always felt sorry for the brother who was left with 1 swan's wing at the end of the story.

There's always been a fascination for me in the collective nouns for different animals. Most people have heard of a pride of lions, an exaltation of larks and a murder of crows. More cool ones: a culture of baboons, a bloat of hippos, a tower of giraffes. A smack of jellyfish. A rhumba of rattlesnakes. A leap of lizards. :D I wonder if one can get a linguistics job thinking these up? Wouldn't that be great?! Maybe they're all taken, though. That would be sad: nothing left to name. That would give the swans and me something to lament.

  • Current Music
    Norah Jones—What Am I to You?