Sooooo long between entries and when I finally have some thoughts I want to get into journal form it's not pondering the meaning of life that occupies me...it's laundry. Or, more exactly, laundry as a thing here where we live.

The tvättstuga (laundry room) is in the little cabin furthest away from the water pump. This means that we have no running ( Read more... )

I'm writing from a hotel room in the town of Vänersborg. I spent the day in another town (Halmstad) and when I booked my evening's travel from Halmstad to Vänersborg I sighed. The only way to get between these two towns just now is to take a short train ride followed by a long bus ride. A long day. Followed by a long ride on a freaking bus. Sigh ( 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... )

I've been back in the states since a couple of weeks back and I'll be "over here" for another week ( Read more... )

When you work from home (as I do) and you have a house-husband (as I do) you can choose to do certain domestic chores that bring you pleasure AND you can choose to do them instead of taking ordinary coffee breaks in your work day. (Domestic chores that bring you no pleasure can be left to the above-mentioned house-husband. Isn't having a house- ( Read more... )

Now in the third week of my vacation I allow my body to wake and sleep at will, and as has happened to me every time I've had this luxury I go to sleep sometime between 3:30 and 4 in the morning and wake up att 11 (which actually means I am sleeping fewer hours  than when I have to go to bed according to a work schedule). Most days I don't need or ( 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... )

It's Friday night ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago I asked for some help of my LJ. I was looking for a word to describe me. I promised to explain later.

I'm ready to explain.

I've been thinking for a long time about getting a small tattoo. I've been collecting pictures of word-tattoos and trying to find the one perfect word that I felt just right about permanently inking into my skin ( Read more... )

And now, a buttony post, before I forget entirely how to use this journal.

* Button Number One: Walking, walking, walking, walking. I'm in one of those walking contests at work where everyone wears a pedometer and our combined steps will, during the month, take us from Stockholm to some other city far from Stockholm. At the suggestion of my diabetes ( Read more... )