Further Embarassing Myself
By the mid-point of last week, I’d reached the stage of doing nothing where I was gripped by the endless sameness of my routine. Facing down years and years of eating breakfast the same way or doing this before doing that in exactly the same, soulsucking, mindnumbing way, I got a little deranged. I snapped….
Predator
One of the things I love about cats is how they’re cute, cuddly and domesticated one minute and the next, you become acutely aware that they’re related to the big ones. Tiger on your couch, indeed. This one’s for one Robin, who told me about the concept of “posting the cat” and another Robin, who…
Accident Prone
My toilet’s got it in for me. About four years ago, I got in a fight with it and received a hairline fracture in my left knee as my reward. My left leg is the strong one – the workhorse leg around here. It takes most of my weight in transfers and is a rest…
Empire Falls
I watched the Emmys a couple of weeks ago and when I saw the nominations (and wins) for Empire Falls, I immediately put it on my Must-See List – how can you go wrong with 1) HBO; 2) Paul Newman; 3) Joanne Woodward; and 4) Ed Harris? Based on the Pulitzer Prize winning novel of…
Bump Watch – 24 Weeks
It’s actually 26 weeks now, but let’s not get too picky here. Also starring Sebastian and Christina. Any guesses on how much a turkey that size would weigh? (oh, c’mon! You didn’t expect me to not make a turkey joke? It is Thanksgiving, after all)
A Last Hurrah
Yesterday was the last day of summer. Check the date. I’m not kidding. It was 30C (86F), the sun was shining and I made the most of it, lounging in the park, baking my bones, while reading of bones in another context. It was odd – it felt like the middle of summer, yet the…
Disappointment
I followed Barbara’s suggestion that I pick up a good book while recuperating and… well, ran into some problems. I had a few on the go already, but they were of the “thought and spiritual development required” kind – Man’s Search for Meaning, How To Practice – and that’s just too involved for the times…
Four Generations
We’re having Danish relatives visiting these days. Above, from the left, is my mother (‘mor’ of the comments), Hanne, her niece/my cousin (via my mother’s sister), Hanne’s daughter Christina and the little guy in the stroller is Christina’s son, Sebastian. Photo taken by Janne at Niagara Falls. And just because he’s one of the cutest…
Recovery
When I was a little girl, my uncle Poul used to call me Krudtirøv. It means – very literally translated – gunpowder-in-arse. I moved fast. Still do. For me, Instant gratification isn’t fast enough. I’ve often said that if there’s such a thing as karma and reincarnation, my task in this life is to learn…
One of Those Days
Yesterday, things were OK at first and then they went spectacularly in the crapper. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration – my grandfather used to say “it’s a bad storyteller who can’t improve upon the story”. More or less directly translated from the Danish, so pardon the slight inelegance of the saying. “Det er…