It was beautiful out today, sunny and warming. The daffodils I planted last year between the baby roses are all coming up! Some of the shoots are actually 3 inches high already! I am afeared, alas, that the roses have not made it through the winter. They look terrible: dry and rotten-looking. We'll see...I don't know anything about roses, so maybe it's not as bad as it appears. There are still a few straggling snowscabs here and there throughout the village, but the ground around them was wet: they're not long for this world, hurrah!
Most of today has been occupied by laundry, all eleventy-million loads of it. Anders left again this afternoon for a week-long business trip in Germany and Karin spent most of the day at a soccer match watching her BOYFRIEND play and then at his house, where I picked her up after dropping Anders at the train station. She came home yesterday all bubbly and excited about the fact that while she was gone, a boy she likes in the village where she plays soccer (he's the same age and also plays there) asked her out, and now they're AN ITEM. Normally I would think this was adorable, but now she's approaching 12, I confess it makes me mostly nervous. EEK. Boyfriends!
It's cute in Sweden, though...when a boy or girl asks the object of their affection to go steady (as we used to say; I have no idea what the kids call it nowadays), they fråga chansen which literally means to ask about your chances. Apparently, she spent most of the time she wasn't actually skiing or snowboarding SMSing with various friends and with this boy with the end result that one of them asked the other out (she was a little fuzzy on the details) and now they're "together" as much as 11 year olds can be said to be together. DOUBLE EEK. And so it begins.