Monday, March 29, 2021
I've had few reasons to get out of my pandemic old clothes and put on something nice for over a year now. Same as for most of the human race.
A couple of years ago, I bought a gray sweater from Land's End online.
Buying clothes online requires a bit of luck and returning things can be a pain.
As it turned out, I never wore this particular sweater. I think I had some buyer's remorse, the color was just not the right kind of gray.
It grayed me out.
Friday, I had an appointment with my dental hygienist and decided to try on the gray sweater with my gray turtleneck underneath. It was a cold and overcast morning and the sweater looked like it would keep me warm with no outerwear necessary.
Saturday, March 27, 2021
According to Swedish tradition, on Shrove Tuesday, also known as Fat Tuesday, families eat semlor. The semla is a bun, a wonderful bun, that I can't describe, so if you're interested, please check it out here: Swedish Lentil Buns
Looking this up online, it looks like the semla is only eaten on Shrove Tuesday, but I seem to remember we ate them every Tuesday during Lent in our home.
Also during Lent, brightly colored feathers are attached to bare birch tree branches and brought into Swedish homes, see the b/w photo above. I have no idea why we do this. But of course there's always Google, who said this:
The tradition dates back to the late 19th century and is thought to reference the playful practise of bashing friends and family with birch twigs as part of the carnival of fun and games before Lent.
Oh, reading that I'm giggling at the image of a bunch of Swedes running around bashing each other with birch tree branches. What a picture that paints in my mind!
Friday, March 26, 2021
Me: Faith, guess what I just read in the Washington Post.
Faith: Too much stuff in there for me to guess.
Me: There's a farm where people can come and hug cows.
Me: It's true, one woman was very sad, then she hugged a cow and afterwards she felt much better.
Faith: But cows are so big, how can you possibly hug them? And they have horns too. When our neighbor's cows come over here (where they have no business being) I would not want to get up close.
Me: These cows didn't have horns. And you hug them around their necks. And one woman lied down with a cow and hugged it that way.
Faith: I hate to say it, but sometimes people do the dumbest things.
Me: Guess how much it costs to get to hug a cow.
Faith: It wouldn't be worth it, but I would guess $10.00.
Me: No, $75.00.
Faith: Dumb is as dumb does.
Me: Now you sound like Forest Gump.
Me: Never mind.
Monday, March 22, 2021
I had done everything correctly.
So there it is, and the lesson(s):
No point in getting frustrated, particularly not before you know that you messed up.
Things may not be as hard as you think they are.
Or you may be smarter than you think.
And save those tears until you really need them.
I'm sure you, my friends, can come up with some more.
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Friday, March 19, 2021
I was born in the evening of the summer solstice in Stockholm, Sweden. The city is too far south for the midnight sun, but June nights are light and lovely there. I have always been happy about the timing of my birth. I'm a Friday's child.
I was long and skinny when I arrived. Later, some chubbiness set in.
We were a small family. My dad had one brother, my mom a brother and a sister. I was the first child, much wanted, much loved, much spoiled, but also much trusted. Their trust in me was the most important gift I received from my parents.
My first memory is of ants. I was fascinated by a structure built by ants.
More than half of Sweden's land area is covered by forests, mostly pine and fir trees. As pine and fir needles drop to the forest floor, ants pick them up and use them to build amazing ant buildings, or stacks as they are called in Sweden.
During my first year or two, my parents rented a small cottage on an island in the Stockholm archipelago where we spent our summers. I don't think we owned a boat in those early days.
But there were happy times as well. By the time, my brother arrived in the spring of 1943, we needed a larger home. My parents bought a house in a lovely street, where the homes were built at the tail end of the city of Stockholm's first suburb, Enskede. Some day, I hope to tell the story of this suburb, as its history and how it came to be is quite interesting.
My brother and I enjoying our very own green grass at our brand new house. I know my parents must have been so happy.
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
In 1947, things were very different. Attitudes, blame cast, and so on. Anne Marie's life did not start out well, I don't think. Later though, she was assigned wonderful caregivers and lived a very good life, much loved by those who cared for her. And by my mom and me.
Some day, I may tell her story. She was severely disabled, could not speak, would never, ever look anyone in the eye, and had many other difficulties. But still had, for the most part, that sunny disposition you will find in people with this disability.
But that wasn't what I was going to write today. I just wanted to note that winter came roaring back last night with howling winds and snow flurries. A little was left this morning, but will soon melt.
Have a good day, my friends.
Monday, March 15, 2021
in more ways than one...
When Joyce told me a baby bull had been born on Friday, I drove up to her place Sunday morning to see him.
I found him napping, so drove on up the steep hill to Joyce's house.
Sunday, March 14, 2021
Friday, March 12, 2021
Tuesday, March 9, 2021
Me: You can jump up in the bed, can't you?
Faith: Yes, why do you ask?
Me: Looks like you had a little difficulty there. Is your butt getting too heavy?
Faith: Leave my butt alone, it's just fine, thank you very much.
Me: You've always been a great jumper, but we're all getting old.
Faith: Samson and you are old, I'm not.
Me: OK, otherwise I thought I could buy you these stairs.
Faith -- looks: That's a sausage dog, no wonder he needs some stairs.
Me: Faith it's not nice to call him names. My cousin had a long-haired Dachshund and he was so handsome, he even was entered in dog shows.
Faith: I've heard about dog shows, can I go?
Me: No, they are only for pure breeds.
Faith: What do you mean? Pure breeds?
Me: They have to be very fancy and AKC registered.
Faith: You have to buy them, don't you? They are not free like me, given away outside the Tractor Supply Store, scared to death.
Me: Well, but daddy rescued you and brought you home to me.
Faith: I know, daddy was a very nice man.
Me: Yes, my sweet dog, he was.
Faith: Are you sad now?
Me: No, how can I be sad when I have you and Samson to cheer me up and take such good care of me?
Faith: Then maybe I can have some of that doggie ice cream you promised? Soon?
Me: I will buy it soon.
Faith: I'll take some people ice cream until you get it!
Me: Maybe just a tiny, tiny amount.
Faith: Thank you, mommy.
Me: You're welcome.
There were some questions about the four days I was ill after receiving the second shot of the Moderna vaccine.
I was ill because my Type 1 diabetes reacted to the vaccine the same way it would have reacted to an illness. Which, of course, means that the vaccine was working, it was doing what it was supposed to do.
If you are healthy, this would not happen, and you would probably just be feeling a bit sick that first night, chills and leg pains, I've heard from friends.
My experience was so strange that I called my diabetes doctor to find out if any other patients had the same experience. They had not heard from anyone else, they said.
After that, all has been well and it was all so worth it.
Sunday, March 7, 2021
Saturday, March 6, 2021
I got the second dose of the Moderna vaccine a week ago, today.