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THINKING ABOUT THINGS
All afternoon I've been watching the snowflakes whirling madly in a spiral wind dance around the house. We had a half-day today, the start of the Easter holidays here in Sweden, and I'm quite pleased with the result of my day as I got a ton of things done in the 4.5 hours I worked, plus 2 loads of laundry and some other small chores once I got home.

Despite the fact that it's a week past the vernal equinox, we're still experiencing snow squalls every other day as the temperatures dip below zero and back up again in a climate-change-roller coaster. It's what we want at Christmas time, Mother Nature, not now! I've seen snowdrops and buttercups and crocus and the beginning of daffodils and tulips, and pansies are for sale down the road at the plant nursery but I think I'll wait a little longer before I think about filling the garden pots.

My neck and arm and shoulder are still hurting: stabby pain all day every day. Last Saturday I was almost pain-free but as soon as I was back at work, it swooped in again. UGH. I had my last insurance-sanctioned visit to the naprapat and now am trying to get some more visits but will probably have to see the orthopedic doctor again first. I've certainly gained even more understanding for chronic pain sufferers and illnesses for sure, especially for those who have invisible symptoms like mine. One of the things that sets off the pain the fastest is tipping my head back to look up at something or someone, and in the land of tall Swedes, that happens all the time. I feel very boring lately, since I can't do much. Can't walk, can't stand for long periods, can't sit at tables for long periods. Boo hoo, woe is me.

Martin's ticket home for late spring is purchased, though! He'll be home for a month and half before returning to Detroit to work the month of July. We've made progress on the planning for Karin's graduation party as well. The invitations have been printed and Karin stuffed envelopes and addressed them this week, so they're ready to mail. I've got the poster ready to send to print and the preliminary catering order booked. Anders booked the tables and benches. There is still a lot to be done, though. We might make the desserts ourselves: strawberry meringue cakes, yum yum.

I need to put together some sort of game for guests to play while we're waiting for the guest of honor to arrive. For Martin's party, I printed out all 12 of his school year photos and guests had to put them in order. I'm thinking maybe for Karin we'll do a Swedish tipsrunda. These are de rigueur at parties all over Sweden: a series of multiple-choice questions printed out and tacked up around the yard and tent.

Hmmm...questions about Karin...I bet some of you know the answers to these and/or could help me come up with some good ones.
  • Is her bellybutton an innie or an outie?
  • What was she dressed as for her "What I wanted to be when I grew up when I was little" 18th birthday party?
  • What animal used to be a full-size wall image in her bedroom?
  • What food does she dislike and refuse to eat?
  • How old was she when her team won the Gothia Youth Tournament Soccer Cup?
  • How many extracurricular activities has she been involved in during her senior year, and name them
  • How many tattoos does she have and what are they? (can't use this one since she doesn't want her farmor to know she has any)
I need more than that, but I can't sit at the computer for much longer.

Things I need to start thinking about actually doing instead of just thinking about: taxes, FBARs, defrosting the freezer, walking even if it hurts, getting Martin's prints framed

Things that need to replaced and/or fixed: this computer, our printer, my stereo speaker, my car's fuel injection stutter, my treadmill

Things I have ignored for so long I no longer see them: the hockey bags full of no-longer-used hockey equipment and clothes in our closet, the missing room divider strip between our room and closet, the dust on the shadowboxes, the floor lamp that leans decidedly to one side

Tomorrow is Good Friday: Easter dinner with Anders mom and sister's family. Then 3 blissful days with no plans, while Karin is out gallivanting, Anders is working on his wooden kayak build and I can baby my neck/arm/shoulder and read and maybe think about doing something about some of those things up there. Or maybe do them. Or maybe not. Happy Easter!
 calm
mood: calm
music: Utopia—Bad Little Actress


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RECIPE SCHMECIPE
I made a yummy dinner tonight, if I do say so myself. I don't cook all that much anymore, because the amount of people that I need to feed has drastically reduced itself to...mostly me. Karin is so rarely home and Anders and I tend to just grab something simple for ourselves: soup, a sandwich, hotdogs (in his case).

Some years ago, I got tired of cooking, too, and basically stopped. The kids were old enough to get their own damn dinners for a change and Anders cooks better than I do, and likes doing it, too, so I just...quit. Mostly. I still cooked/cook every now and then but I no longer feel any kind of obligation to see that my family is fed every night. I grocery shop and supply the ingredients, what more can they ask of me? Heh.

Anyway, once in awhile I DO like to throw something together and once in awhile it works. I had to pick up Karin today at the bus stop in the town next over where we do our grocery shopping so I asked Anders if he had any ideas for dinner on my way out the door. He didn't and I didn't really either, but I said I'd see what I could find while I was there. We had several servings worth of leftover rice in the fridge and that was my starting point. I bought chicken (dark meat fillets!) and fresh asparagus and bok choy and a big kohlrabi, and then I threw some grated cheese and a container of herb & garlic creme fraiche into the basket as well.

It turned out to be a delicious casserole, and since I made it up, I am pretty happy about it. Everyone took seconds, always a good sign and I served baby plum tomatoes on the side. Good stuff.

It's fun to follow recipes, but it's also fun to just throw a lot of things you like together and see what happens. Serendipity cuisine!
 accomplished
mood: accomplished
music: buzzy computer, TV in the background, clickity keys


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SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
Not writing is habit-forming. Not reading probably is too, but I've never done that. Of all the things I used to do, but no longer do (with the caveat that I still could do them again someday...), writing is the one that I tend to miss the most when I don't do it for any length of time.

It's been, give or take a couple of days, a month since my pinched nerve started acting up again, and I am still struggling with it, though this week has a seen a turn for the better. I had at least 3 weeks of basically non-stop pain and every remedy I tried felt like stop-gap measures that provided some relief while going on, but as soon as they stopped or wore off, I was right back where I started. Heat pillows, heat collars, massage, Ibuprofin, exercising, and 3 visits to a chiropractor haven't really helped. Last week the chiropractor taped my shoulder and amazingly, that seemed to make a slight difference (until the itching reaction from my allergy to the adhesive set in). And I had this week off, and haven't touched a computer keyboard in 6 days, until right this minute...THAT definitely seems to have made a difference. Which doesn't bode well for working.

My oldest best friend arrived last Saturday, with one of her current best friends, and it's been a lovely whirlwind week of nostalgia and sightseeing, laughter, memories and talking. Despite her bogus disclaimers that she is old and gray and wrinkled, it took about 2 seconds and it was as if she had never changed. I had never changed, and we were right back in the comfortable cushion of our friendship that has lasted since we were in 7th grade. She and I had part of 7th grade, all of 8th grade, and about 3 months of 9th grade together, in Holland. Then she moved back to New Mexico. We stayed where we were in Belgium through the end of that school year, then moved to Germany. After that I went to Michigan State when my parents moved back to the the US.



We figured out that in the intervening years since November 1979, we have seen each other 10 times, now 11. A weekend in Baltimore, a week in New Mexico, a canoe trip before her family reunion in Michigan, our wedding, our 40th birthday summer with several of our "gang" from junior high, among others, and a slightly diminished junior high school reunion again IN Holland, which included a visit to the our old school, which had been completely rebuilt since we attended it.

That's pretty damn good for a couple of military brats.

Anyway, her friend Jennifer is a total Hamilton nut and when tickets for the show in London went on sale, she bought 4. She had already seen it twice at that point, and saw it AGAIN before last week's show, and says she'll happily see it as many times as she possibly can. Becky, my friend, and her husband Pete, took 2 of the tickets because Becky was determined to come see me in Sweden, and it seemed like an easy jump this time. Pete, who is half-English, took the opportunity to visit his brother, who lives in Falmouth, so sadly we missed seeing him. So they saw the play and then the two of them headed over here.

We spent a great deal of time just sitting around and chatting and catching up (and in Jennifer's and my case, getting to know each other), talking about our families, our children, our jobs, our lives. We went to Lund and visited the Cathedral and Kulturen. We went over the river and petted horses in the Flyinge Stables and saw the storks. Jennifer wanted to see a real Swedish grocery store, so I took her to our ICA, where she took a picture of the long shelf of (gasp!) unrefrigerated eggs. We looked at photo albums and notebooks stuffed full of the drawings and stories and notes that Becky and I and our friends wrote and drew when we were 13 and 14 and 15.

On Sunday, MY two current best friends came over and as I had hoped, they all liked each other and we had a lovely evening. On Tuesday we drove up to Helsingborg and took the ferry over to Helsingör and visited Kronborg (Hamlet's castle) and ate Danish smörrebröd. Yesterday we spent the day in drizzly, cold Copenhagen and had a blast. And today we ate sushi for lunch in Lund with Karin and then I took them to the train station to begin their trip home. I didn't cry: I know we'll see each other again. I just hope not so much time passes before it happens as went by last time. And just think! I got a new friend out of it! :)

We've had Pie Night, and the Olympics, and Melodifestivalen, and work is STILL insane. I can already feel my arm protesting and I've only been sitting here for about 10 minutes. I have another massage tomorrow (have the day off even though my guests are gone) and one scheduled for next week as well. I miss writing. I miss this journal. I miss you.
 grateful
mood: grateful
music: none, just me


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OW AGAIN
Welp, after months of no issues whatsoever, my pinched nerve shoulder/arm pain is back with a vengeance. Constant pain and it hurts EXTRA to sit in a straight chair or lean forward so posting will be light until I can get treatment...hopefully it won’t take months to go away like last time. :( I have an appointment Tuesday morning with a new naprapat, so wish me luck. GAH.
 depressed
mood: depressed
music: Earth, Wind & Fire—September


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HOPING FOR SNOW: SHNOWPING
The sky is white, wide and wild. It seems snow-laden. Snow-burdened. But you never know. It’s been known to disappoint. Snown to disappoint. The wind is shaking the honeysuckle leaves in the trellis, still green from summer. It’s swaying the bird feeder, bereft of birds. There was a small yellow and blue tit hunched there earlier, but he’s nowhere to be seen now.

There is still snow on the ground, a patchy white blanket tufted with the too long grass, also of late summer. There are rose hips scattered on the deck. I am glad to be inside, out of the cold. Anders is on his way to South Africa. He left yesterday but it takes 11 hours to get there from London and he still had to get to London first. It’s cold there, too, he said. It’s no more than 23-25 degrees*. I laughed. Cold for Africa, maybe.

I need to start cooking soon. I am making two potato au gratin dishes for a potluck that I am attending tonight. One will be vegetarian with broccoli and mushrooms and the other will also have broccoli, but sausages. I wish I could find ground sausage here. It’s weird that it doesn’t exist. I don’t think about it except when the urge for a breakfast casserole hits which, granted, isn’t often. There’s no chicken soup here either, neither the broth, noodle, nor the creamy kind. Isn’t that weird? There was, when I first moved here, but over the years it has disappeared from the grocery stores. Now I have to badger my brother to send me some from Germany or pay exorbitant rates to ship it here.

Karin is going to the potluck with me; she’s coming after work and meeting me there. I am glad she will be with me. I’m glad any time she wants to spend time with me these days. She probably doesn’t know how much I am dreading the day she moves away. Since she is coming, I am also bringing two snickerdoodle cookie cakes. They don’t look like much since the red sugar and cinnamon topping is quite dull but I’m sure they will be yummy, regardless.

I am listening to Laurie Anderson’s Strange Angels because the book I am reading mentioned it. It’s so good. Both the book and the album. It’s a book by Pamela Dean. I’ve been re-reading everything she’s written and wishing there was more. She doesn’t seem to have published anything since the early 2000s which is a bummer. Her wikipedia page says nothing by way of explanation and the last entry on her website is dated 2008. She does blog regularly on Livejournal, though.

Technically, I am still sick, but since it’s been 1.5 weeks and it’s all down in my lungs, I am pretty sure I’m not contagious or anything. I need to get out of the house and be around other people (work doesn’t count) for awhile. I need to at least get out of the ‘90s which is where I seem to be mentally, judging by my music and reading choices.

Edited an hour later to add: it worked; it’s snowing.

*Celsius
 contemplative
mood: contemplative
music: Laurie Anderson—Strange Angels


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HUBRIS (BLESS YOU)
What do you think is a defining characteristic of being human? I don't mean bipedal, tool-using, opposable thumbs, I think-therefore-I-am, human. I mean what sets us apart from the instinctual, animal, get enough to eat, mate, sleep, human?

Today, it was a sense of obligation. I say human because I doubt rabbits with a head cold give a shit about their responsibilities. Or bears. Do animals get colds? They must, since we're essentially animals, and we get colds.

Despite being REALLY sick with a whopper of a head cold that has been battening on me for days, I felt OBLIGATED to go to work today to do things that had to be done, because no one else could do them. I took yesterday off, even though I had a day full of meetings, waking up when my husband's alarm went off, and sending out a barrage of emails to my boss, my team, my department, the people I had meetings with, the friends I was supposed to go to lunch with to celebrate a birthday, saying: Sorry. Have to reschedule, have to cancel, have to rest.

But that stupid sense of obligation hung over me all day (except during the parts where I was actually sleeping the sleep of the brain-dead). I checked emails, and answered them. I checked messages. I checked the ticket system, and assigned a few to me to deal with today. I did the things I could do without having actual access to our network. I kept an eye on things. I WAS RESPONSIBLE.

Because I am so damn responsible, I went to work this morning, because we have our monthly partner eNews going out this week and I am in charge of the build/implementation of it, and the finalization needed to happen today so that the woman who handles the testing and sendouts could do her part tomorrow. Now, I KNOW intellectually that someone could have stepped in and dealt with it, if things had been really desperate, but I felt an OBLIGATION to do my job. A responsibility to get it done, because I didn't want to add more stress to an already-borderline-maxed-out team. We already have too much to do right now, and we've been short-staffed for ages, due to various things, and I just felt like I couldn't be a part of the problem, which I was already being, having stayed home sick one day already. I had to get back to being part of the solution. Right?

So, I went in to work, and I did the eNews, and then I did a bunch of ads that needed to be done, and I answered emails, and took some tickets and got nearly caught up on the stuff that didn't get done yesterday because I wasn't there. I got yelled at by my boss and my teammates and my colleagues, asking WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? Go home! Rest!

Yes, but. I'm just gonna... you know the syndrome. It's so human, to think we have these obligations, these responsibilities; that we are irreplaceable. That we are immortal. That, in the long run, getting the eNews out on time really matters. What I was doing didn't have to do with the eNews. Not really. It had to do with my essential feeling of human obligation. A probably misplaced one, but in today's world, work is where you most often show your peers that you are responsible. God knows I do it at home, too, most of the time, though yesterday, I actually didn't do a damn thing around the house, if you don't count sneezing, coughing, snucking and general laying-about.

I did go home, finally, just after 2 o'clock, about 3 hours after I should have, and to the loud relief of my co-workers, who shooed me out the door and told me to get some rest. I don't know about tomorrow yet, since I still feel like hammered shit, but even if the eNews is ready, there is still that one advert to layout, and that flyer that got approved and can be finalized, and the presentation that urgently needs spiffing up, and the two meetings that have already been rescheduled once...
 sick
mood: sick
music: does the wheezing in my lungs count?


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MAKING UP MEMES, I VERSION
I am
really glad January is over.

I'm not
comfortable sharing really personal stuff online.

I will
always prefer reading books over watching television.

I won't
try to change you, but I'll probably judge a little bit.

I want
losing weight to be easier, and exercising to be more fun.

I wouldn't
trade much about my life, except for the part where I can't have a cat.

I shouldn't
think so much about cookies.

I couldn't
vote for someone I have little respect for.

I can't
understand how some people think. It's so hard to relate sometimes, even when I try.

I like
getting letters from people, texts from friends, phone calls from family, cards in the mail.

I shall
find something to look forward to each day and remind myself of the good things that happen to me.

I think
it's weird that I have already lived more years than I will probably live going forward. It freaks me out sometimes.

I guess
making up memes like this is easier than writing an insightful, interesting, longer post. Haa!

I know
I could be a nicer person, but I don't always want to be.

I do
have conversations with myself and other people in my head all the time, to the point where I sometimes get upset that someone hasn't kept up with my thought process, until I remember they didn't actually hear it out loud.

I don't
know if writing things down helps me remember better anymore. I might have already made up this meme before!

I might
however, be able to use some of these ideas for writing prompts! Heh.
 contemplative
mood: contemplative
music: Joni Mitchell—Snakes and Ladders


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I NEED ANOTHER WEEKEND
I didn't even go outside today, not even to take trash out, and I don't regret it one bit. This month has been hell on wheels work-wise, and yesterday was busy and long, so I took today as a much-needed down day: sleeping in late, reading, lazing about, watching a movie, doing a few small things about the house, and bird-watching from the couch. I even took a late nap, and now I just have Bron to look forward to in about an hour, and then it's back to bed for me. Hopefully that will go some way toward recharging for the week ahead, which is quite busy.

Yesterday started super early, as Anders' alarm went off at 4:45 and he was gone by 5:15 for a skiing in Italy with friends and co-workers. I did manage to get back to sleep but was up again fairly early and rousting Karin out of bed as well, as we had to both get ready and eat before leaving at noon to pick up my colleague Anette on our way to the 1 pm general rehearsal for the gospel fest concert yesterday evening.

Last year, we were 6 people from work, and the event was very professionally staged at Malmö Live's convention center with guest directors and pop/gospel artists. We were 1000 singers and more than filled the venue. THIS year, it felt like they scaled back considerably, for reasons unknown. It was held at St. Pauli Church, a beautiful late 19-century hexagonal church in the center of Malmö with a newly refurbished and very shiny (originally copper, now bright silver aluminum) spired exterior.

We were "only" 700 choristers this time, and the audience was quite small, only 200 people, but we nearly filled the church to bursting. Two balconies were empty, as we weren't allowed to use them for some reason, but every other bench/pew/seat was filled and 3 parts of the choir were standing throughout. Karin participated with me this year, after having learned all the songs last year, and it was fun to have her by my side. The only thing was that the whole event felt much more like a church service and less like a concert event, like last year's.

Don't get me wrong, that's fine...but it was quite a contrast for the few of us participating who aren't particularly religious, and surprising to me, in a basically secular country like Sweden. I basically only participated this year BECAUSE Karin wanted to, and it's not like the name of the event doesn't clearly spell out what you are getting into. But it will be the last time for me...gospel and church music, while beautiful in many ways, just isn't part of my life anymore. And it was hard not to roll my eyes at some of the behavior going on by other participants.

I have many issues with organized religion, even though it was a huge part of a short period in my life, and it's best if I just stay away in the future. If only the beliefs professed by the faithful were always carried out in real life, I would probably feel differently, but too often that isn't the case, and for those who DO believe and who DO live by a creed of love and kindness, I hope they continue to fight against the hypocritical behavior and insularity that mars so much of religion in the world today. It didn't help that a large part of the evening news just days before had been centered on the abuse and murders perpetrated by members of a Christian sect in northern Sweden a dozen years ago.

ANYWAY, I didn't set out to write about my beliefs and feelings when it comes to religion or faith, far from it. The other part of the evening that wasn't so fun was that they had shortened the practice time to only half a day. Which meant much less time for all of these people who had learned the music and songs separately, to practice them together. Added to that, of the only 7 songs we had learned, they removed a favorite song at the last minute, AND tried to teach us FOUR new songs in the same space of time, with varying degrees of success, without really going through any song all the way. Very stressful and confusing, and it contributed to my overall feeling of nope, not doing this again.

All that said, Karin did a fantastic job, for someone who has little singing experience and NO choir experience. She learned all the songs by ear, despite minimal time spent listening to them in the car with me (she's not IN the car with me much anymore), and was engaged and attentive throughout the event. And it was fun to have Anette with us, too, who is one of my favorite people from work and a lovely person.

To add to the long day, I drove both my mother- and sister-in law home afterward (we gave tickets to Anders' mom for Christmas) and then spent another half hour taking Karin to meet up with friends in another part of Malmö, and then hit every single possible red light on my way out of town. I didn't get home until well after 11 pm and I feel like I could use another lazy day like today to make up for it!
 tired
mood: tired
music: Katie Melua—A Happy Place


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ADULT POINTS
My teammate brought in a half-eaten box of Aladdin chocolates today, one of the chocolate box staples that Swedes tend to grab off the grocery store shelves and give as a hostess gift. She brought it in because her family only eats the milk chocolate candies, which is approximately half of the box of 50 chocolates.

"Oh yum!" I said, and made a beeline for my two favorites: dark chocolate with strawberry cream and dark chocolate with lime cream. "I love dark chocolate! Don't you guys eat it at all?" She said she's never learned to like it and neither has her husband. I said I didn't like dark chocolate either until about 5 years ago or so, and now I can't get enough. I don't even like milk chocolate anymore, except in Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, because it's just too sweet.

She said that gave me "vuxen poäng" (adult points), since it's only adults that like dark chocolate. :D

And that got me thinking, what else gives you adult points?

I mean, I KNOW there are things that every adult must do, to be considered an adult: take responsibility for yourself, make decisions, have financial independence...but I'm talking about the little things that give you that little extra fillip, those extra adult POINTS.

Things like graduate from college, get and maintain a full-time job, get married, pay bills, buy a house, have kids...they don't count. They are things that adults do, sure, but not ALL adults, at least not anymore.

At my instigation and with my training, we keep a running grocery list on the refrigerator and when anyone in the family finishes something that needs to be replaced, they know they should write it on the list. I often write things on the list that are ABOUT to run out, so that when they actually do, I already have the replacement. I don't buy a lot of extra stock, just the one that will be used soon when the current one is gone (whether that is toilet paper or hairspray or grapes). That's got to be good for some adult points!

I always write thank you cards (and make my children do it, too) for gifts received long-distance. I remember to file my taxes and do my FBARs every year. I keep an eye on the gas gauge in the car and fill it up before it gets very far below a quarter tank. I'm good at time management. I schedule doctor and dentist appointments by and for myself when they are necessary. I keep our house clean and tidy because I want to. I replace toothbrushes regularly.

I wait and plan and save to buy things I want, until we can afford it. Boring, but MASSES of adult points.

I taste before salting. Most of the time.

One website I looked at had a commenter who said that keeping certain things in the house like nail clippers (sharp ones), Q-tips, batteries, rubber bands, envelopes, etc., was one of things that he considered gave adult points. He had to make a conscious decision to buy and replenish those things...it wasn't like they were just somewhere in the house when he needed them, like they had been when he lived with his parents.

I suppose there are lots of things that you develop a taste for as an adult, like dark chocolate, that could potentially give you adult points for eating them. But if oysters and snails are on that list, then I'm still a kid at heart. Ew.

Edited to add: I realized some days after writing this that I must get minus adult points because I don't drink coffee OR tea (or alcohol, for that matter!). Haha! Back to where I started from!
 thoughtful
mood: thoughtful
music: Chris Isaak—Can't Do a Thing


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BITS AND KIBBLES
Still buried at work, but at least can see the light at the end of the tunnel, as one of my teammates is done with her monster project and back to normal workload. The other one is still out of the office, but we are hoping she'll be back by the end of the week.

I got my printed blog book for 2017 and I was right: it was the skinniest yet. OY! It's, like, just over a quarter of an inch thick. Considering that most years it's closer to double that if not more, it was a lean year of posting last year. Which is why I am here, now, posting, even though I have little to talk about.

Anders and I went up to Skryllegården, a nature preserve outside of Dalby, on Sunday morning, to go walking in the woods. They have running paths, walking trails, a mountain bike trail, a gym, a playground, a nature room and a restaurant. It had snowed up the hill the night before and as we got nearer, it got whiter and whiter and all the trees were covered with rimfrost. It was quite foggy as well, so the whole world was veiled and white and winter-beautiful. Our plan was to walk and then eat lunch in the restaurant, which we did, though next time I'd like to walk for longer. The problem with snow on the ground is that I can't wear my walking shoes, and my snow boots are hard on the feet. We walked for half an hour, stopping rather too frequently to take photos, and then went and had lunch. The place was absolutely packed, but the food was really good.

I am dreading bill-paying day this month. We are already struggling thanks to the holidays and it seems like every possible bill and then some have landed on the desk, yelling for remittance. I have to pay for Karin's graduation cap and the fee for my choir. Plus that stupid #¤%&! parking ticket. I guess we'll be eating toast and beans for February, too. :D

Except we never actually eat toast and beans. Ew.

Choir starts this week, on Thursday. Karin and I are singing in a Gospelfest (with 700 participants! despite the fact that are neither of us at all religious) on Saturday, and Anders is leaving for a week-long ski trip with colleagues. Next Monday is our first AWC meeting of 2018 which is the media sale (and I managed to pull together 3 bags of books to donate, when I thought I didn't have any!). I was putting events into my calendar today and realized that February and even March are starting to fill up already. Crazy.

Things to look forward to after that: Melodifestivalen (I know, don't judge), Olympic ice skating, the next episode of Bron, Pie Night (mark your calendars! save the date! March 3), having some sushi. It's been simply ages!
 contemplative
mood: contemplative
music: Eliza Doolittle—Roller Skates


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