March 5th, 2004



Because I was sick most of the week, I didn't go to choir and we had no other plans and I've been home EVERY SINGLE WEEKNIGHT and guess what? We don't have any plans for the weekend either! Hmmm....very strange. Very, very strange. But nice, in a confusing sort of non-social way. I can't remember the last time I was home every single weeknight in a week. Actually, I shouldn't say we don't have plans for the weekend, but the plans we do have involve going as a family to the mall and perhaps to see Brother Bear. They don't involve me going anywhere by myself or Anders going anywhere by himself (although he'll probably still play hockey on Saturday morning) and the kids don't have any parties to go to and what in the world will we do with each other and all this quality family time?! *sits down, fans self rapidly*

hee hee

Next week, we're back to normal, thank goodness. God forbid we should make this sort of thing a habit. My head would spin around and fly right off.


When I left work today, the moon surprised me. It looked so...otherworldly. The sky was a uniform shade of medium blue, and the moon looked see-through, all its darker parts the exact same blue as the sky behind it. It looked like a white potato print on the sky. Or a perfectly round cirrus cloud with blue bits showing through. Flat and two dimensional, did someone really scuff the dust up there?

Coming down the hill from Lund, the sun behind me lit up the fields in a glowing quilt of beige, brown, sage, green. The nails in the winter tires thrubbed on the road. The valley is so wide that it feels like the bowl of the sky is extra enormous: big sky country, indeed. The sun picks out the white stalks and spiky trefoils of the modern windmills, I can count 22 of them whirling on the sweep of the horizon.

The stinging sweet smell of soy sauce is blossoming through the house: Anders is making chicken with wok vegetables for dinner. It's myskväll (cozy evening) tonight which means popcorn and candy and Gladiators on TV. Gladiators and my wild children yelling "Gladiator...redo? JA! Utmanare...redo? JA!*" isn't really my idea of coziness but I'll take what I can get. :)

I'm pleased because one of my poems was accepted for print in Comrades Journal today. :) And because I got another excellent poetry submission for Mosaic Minds.

Let's see if TOUCAN do better! Bird Wars
ozswede, you're the best! You ALWAYS bring a smile to my face. :D

*Gladiator...ready? YES! Challenger...ready? YES!