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Blue sky days...I can never have too many. Each one a gift wrapped up with a sunshine bow.

Yesterday, I was privileged to meet another online friend, the inimitable Tracey Marshall. She's a talented photographer, and an American expat living north of Gothenburg in Sweden. She and her boyfriend Tobey drove down to visit and brought the camera. Tracey is one of a handful of photographers that I admire greatly, one who also writes passionately and amusingly about her experiences adjusting to life in Sweden. In addition to her engaging online persona, in person she is friendly, talkative and charming. Tobey, while much more the reserved Swede, lived up to Tracey's description of him as "nice, funny and cute." :)

We sat on the deck in the sunshine for awhile after they arrived and chatted, and then we took a walk out to a crackling, cropped hayfield full of stiff-stalked straw remains which was dotted with infrequent, leaning hay-wheels and Tracey shot my kids.

First Karin, then Martin, then the both of them together. Tracey laughed at the way they posed for the camera, since it was pretty obvious they knew the drill. Tobey held the light reflector and Anders talked to him, while I tried and failed to restrain myself from shouting intermittent instructions to the children: "Stop making that goofy face! Smile! Karin, pull your hair out of your eyes!"

After we returned to the house, both Tobey and Tracey took a million-bazillion photos of the kids on the trampoline, because you can never have too many photos of kids jumping in the air, non? and Tracey took even more of them around the backyard. We had a lovely dinner and when they finally left, much later than they probably were planning, it was with promises for a return visit and a CD full of photos.

Release Form: Tracey, herewith I give you permission to do whatever you like with the beautiful photos you took, up to and including posting them on your website, printing them, selling them, framing them and hanging them in galleries worldwide. Except that one of me. And that other one of me. :P

The really weird part of the evening came later. At some point during dinner, I referred to Tracey's mouse stories, which she has posted a few of on her journal. Since they live in an old farmhouse, mice have been a problem, and despite being cat owners, their cat Ozzie apparently doesn't feel the need to bring his work home with him, as he doesn't bother about mice IN the house. Anyway, her anecdotes have been amusing and good reading, and Anders mentioned that he's aware we've had mice in the walls during the winter at one point or another as well, though we've never seen them.

Late in the evening, long after they had gone and the kids were in bed, I was working on the computer and Anders was stretched out on the couch sleeping relaxing in front of the TV, when I suddenly saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head just in time to see a tiny shape go streaking past the open doorway of the computer room.

"WHAA...! Anders! Anders! ANDERS WAKE UP! There's a mouse in the house!" I yelled and leaped to my feet. Then I started laughing, because O! the irony! He zipped straight ahead and disappeared behind the children's art bench in the playroom. We flipped on the light and slowly moved the bench away from the wall and then the giant stuffed-animal-basket and there he was, a quick and quivering tiny form with a flash of jet-black eyes and a grey pelt. We dithered for a moment: What can we catch him with? How can we get him out?! when Zip! Away he went again, back the way he came. Past Karin's door, past the bathroom door, following the straight line of the wall, past the computer room door and under the fish tank. I didn't see him come out from under there, and Anders called for me to shut our bedroom door so he couldn't get lost in the house completely.

We were pretty sure he had come in through the overlapping screens across the dining room door which open to the deck and the cool, evening air. Anders shut the computer room door and we got down on hands and knees and looked under the fish tank stand, and the glass cabinet. No mouse. We crawled into the computer room and looked under everything and Anders poked around with a stick. No mouse. Same thing in our bedroom: still no mouse.

There not being much we could do, even though we were sure he was still inside, we returned to our interrupted activities, until about 30 minutes later, when suddenly there he was again, right by the door at my side! This time, after some eeking on my part and swearing on Anders', he was safely trapped with the handy-dandy fishnet and returned to the great outdoors.

Nice try, Tracey, but you can't fob off your mice on us so easily!

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music: the shrieks and laughter of children on the trampoline, as usual


Glad you caught your mouse. We had a few here, grey streaks of lightning, and the sound of a kitchen rubbish bin being rifled, and the "save the mouse" league composed of the "little people" of the house were quite adamant no mouse must be harmed.

Though I suspect their may have been traps quietly laid down.....

however now we have the worl'd cutest possum playing football in our roof area - despite said possum already having been caught by professional possum catcher and released some place came back!! We must have a nice warm roof.....and maybe giving it that slice of cantalope the first time we saw it in our garden wasn't smart.....

I was in the "don't hurt it" chorus myself last night :)

Possums are tough, you might as well give in gracefully and put a bowl down next to the dog's. >:P

it's that time of year... keep doors shut and cut away anything growing against the house (mice love to climb up into vents and the space underneath roof tiles).

then we took a walk out to a crackling, cropped hayfield full of stiff-stalked straw remains which was dotted with infrequent, leaning hay-wheels and Tracey shot my kids.

Out of context, that looks really weird. You write it so calmly, so matter-of-factly. Out of context it looks like I should next be going to jail.

But Karen's up. On the big screen. Tobey and I laughed the whole way home...we kept randomly saying "We candy!"

:D I wrote it that way on purpose, to make it zing :) Karin's up?! COOL!

My trick works like a charm: put on gardening gloves, grab a drinking glass, back the mouse in a corner and scoop it in. (Next time I'll take pictures and post instructional pictures on the blog) Then just go outside and set mousie free.

LOL! The LAST thing I was thinking about last night was taking pictures, you kook!

We once [years ago] found a baby mouse [toddler?] stuck in our bathtub!

The photo of Karin is great.


The photo of Karin is wonderful! Such artistry! I am looking forward to seeing the rest of the cd!
Mouse stories! I hope you have filled in the access door before my arrival!
I also miss having a cat- my basement is a mouse haven, and I'm not happy with seeing the evidence! - which once included a dead baby one! EEEK! "Oh..I have to take care of it myself.....Takes a deeeeep breath"...
Love, Lizaardmom

It's not an access door, mom, it's the PORCH DOOR. Which is open a lot (with a screen across it) ... :) I'll make sure the mice know where you are sleeping...hahahaha!!

Love the photo of Karin, look forward to seeing more of them!

I hope she'll put a lot more up, but if not, I WILL! :)


I LOVE THAT SHOT OF KARIN--GORGEOUS! :) Glad you caught the mouse...hard to sleep with a mouse in the house. :) ~Marilyn

Wait until you see the rest :)

Very cool link, I liked it a lot and it's very pertinent to me right now. So, thank you. :)

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