I stood there today warm and safe within the circle of my husband's arms and I cried like a little baby.

The objective reason for my tears was that I slipped on some mossy wood on the deck outside of my office and I smashed my knee. It hurt and I limped inside where Björn met me at the door and enveloped me into a warm safe hug that gave me the ( Read more... )

My day yesterday in buttons:

• The entry room of our main cabin has been misinterpreted by our cats. They think it's their trophy room. Right there in the middle of the (formerly) nice rug they leave their little victims-of-the-night. Mostly mice of different sorts (I never knew there were so many different sorts...*shudders*) and the occasional bird ( Read more... )

Busy! Much catching up at work! Much Björn-time to catch up on after work! Busy!

I've barely read anything here for over a month but I suspect that normalcy is just around the bend.

Then I'll write something and read stuff and participate in life at a normal pace again.

Wheeeeeeee!!

We were just watching an American TV program. This is what we heard:

"That's a BLEEP damn lot of money!"

Björn innocently asked, "You can't say 'God' on TV? That would make hard to listen to one of those TV evangelists."

Björn and I play an online game based on the settling of the wild west. There are lots of players in the game that we've gotten to be friendly with over the years ( Read more... )

It's Midsommar here in Sweden (actually it's Midsommar Eve but Swedes celebrate holidays bigger on the day before than on the day ( Read more... )

Björn likes soccer (but he calls it fotboll because he's sweeeeedish).

Those who don't necessarily love and follow sports might not be aware that the European Championship games are being played this week.

There's a fun little website In Sweden where fans can guess the final scores of all the games and get ranked according to how right their guesses ( Read more... )

There are so many reasons I love my husband. Today's conversation while out for a walk illustrates one of them:

We walk past several piles of cow dung on which there are, in all, hundreds of bright orange flies.

Me: What unusual looking flies! Bright orange! What kind of flies are they?

(Note that I ask the Swede, who, like almost every Swede I ever ( Read more... )

It's Saturday. Sleep-in day. Or should be.

Our cabin overlooks a very large open field where  the military twice a year has its tank training and war games. Otherwise the area is marked with signs that warn motorists that only those who live here may enter.

Unfortunately though, no one guards this military area where we live and dog owners LOVE the ( Read more... )

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