Thursday, 31 March 2011

Day 20: This month

March has been interesting. Things brewing for at least half a year finally boiled over. The Switchboard project has picked up pace (april is going to be much worse in that regard). I have felt more energised as the light has returned. I started reading again. I get things done around me. Mum visited. I have gone outside my comfort zone and done something impulsive twice (dinner with work on an impulse/no advance warning, and the garden fair on one day warning).

There has been no common thread that is not there else I think. My cycle of apathy that progresses in autumn, sometimes countered by and sometimes strengthened by events around me, then becoming more alive again in the spring. Every year feeling better than the year before though.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Day 19: Something I regret

There are things I regret. Not the things I have chosen, but the things that seem - unchosen. The way I am. The way I distance myself to the people I appreciate. They are few, and loved, yet I seemingly keep my distance.

I have a strong fatalistic streak and I would not be who I am today (a person I tend to like, against all common sense) without my past experience. I regret things that I could not influence. I regret being weak like an ancient old crone, sick, hurting.

But, no, mostly I regret being distanced, cold, when I don't feel cold. I have to learn to act another way. It will take time. I can only hope I am shown patience - a lot of it.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Day 18: My favourite memory

I actually - accidentally - cheated, this was 17 and birthday was 18. I picked them out of my memory in the wrong order. Sowwy.

I am trying to come up with favourite memories, but there is no single thing that pops. However, there seem to be a common thread. Here are the things I came up with first:
  • Several encounters with the wind and sun and sea: On cliffs, beaches, boats. Just me and the elements, for the moment, my breath flying away in the wind, my skin stroked and cooled, happiness and a strange feeling of safety in momentary illusionary loneliness.
  • In my bed, alone, cool smooth sheets surrounding me, a purring cat by my pillow, complete relaxation, secureness.
  • A long day spent on my sofa, reading a book, drinking tea, the door locked. No need to go anywhere, noone can get in. 
  • Sitting on a stone slightly downslope from my grandfathers barn, a young birch just having been sacrificed, being shown by his clever hands how to weave a goat-collar out of a birch sapling. Love, attention and faith in my ability to mimic and do the task well. 

Monday, 28 March 2011

Day 17: My favourite birthday

When I was a child, still living on the coast, a birthday was something celebrated by inviting all the classmates to come eat sausages and cake. Then we would play - I remember at least one instance where we played outdoors in the dark (my birthday is in mid-december), and I thought it would snow (there was no snow on the ground), and then it did (a few solitary flakes falling down). I wore faded but once neon pink mittens in a water resisting fake fur lined material.

It is probably just time erasing the details, but in my memory that was a good birthday. I only remember the outdoor snow prediction scene, me taking off my mitten to feel the air and thinking it would snow, and the sight of a tiny solitary flake drifting down in the dark.

We probably ate butterfly shaped cake and sausages baked in the oven with twists of bread dough around them, but this is just probability based guesswork. I don't remember what year - but not 9, so supposedly 8 or 10. 

I am sure it was no better or worse than any other birthday I had, really. I am not a great fan of my own birthdays, because I inevitably feel sad and lonely on that day.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Day 16: My first kiss

My first kiss must have been singularly unspectacular, neither up or down, because I cannot remember it, nor who. Instead I will tell of something that came before:

I was 8 or 9 years old. One day in a flash of overwhelming affection for my dog, I planted a kiss at the top of his head. Whereupon I realised that everything k-i-s-s-i-n-g was horribly embarrassing, blushed furiously, and glanced furtively around to make sure noone had seen the lapse. As I was out in the half wilderness we called a garden I was, luckily, safe. Else I would probably have been traumatised for life.

:-)


Saturday, 26 March 2011

Garden Fair

Spent the day at the Nordic Garden Fair with among others Daniel - was fun, also slightly exhausting. I should have bought the small things I wanted on the first circuit, because we didn't do two complete circuits and I forgot several items. Bah. Ah well :)

All things considered, I got away with good loot for my balcony:
- A gooseberry bush
- 10 Mirabilis roots (Japanese wonderflower or something like that) - it is probably going to completely take over my balcony but hey, it'll be fun to watch ;)
- Two large green pots with a built in watering system (good for warm periods)
- Two hot pink window boxes with the same system
- Watering tubes of the kind you put one end in a container of water and the other in the pot, to keep the earth moist
- Local honey
- Scottish fudge (three different: Ardbeg (yep, the real thing), lemon and chocolate)
- Handmade chocolate pralines.
- a stack of brochures about nice things like sail shade, high tech planter systems, and such :)

Day 15: My dreams

I dream of many things.

First and foremost in my mind, most days nowadays, is a home with no upstairs neighbours. A flat at the top of the house, or a terraced little house of my own. The latter is very appealing because I would like a little garden. I also dream of gardening (which is why I am going here today).

I dream of sailing, of my own boat.
Of a cottage with lake or sea shore, faraway neighbours and no nearby major roads.

I dream of going back to the places I love the most.

I also dream ambitious dreams of success, both for me personally and for the company I work for.

I dream of studying, of feeding my hungry mind with all the information I can.
I dream of speaking more languages.

I dream of the day when room temperature superconductivity is common place and we get the full benefits of the possibilities.
I dream of the day when we will care properly for our planet and eachother.

I dream of libraries, and of yarn stashes.

And I dream of sleep. Of rest with no end in sight, no knowledge that the respite will be broken.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Up at 5am, out the door just before 7am heading to work. Home from work at 10:25 pm. No energy to write, although I know I should. Bed. Now.

Monday, 21 March 2011

Day 14: What you wore today

Again!

See, I spent the sunday in leggings and a summer dress (when I wasn't sleeping - a nap between 3 and 4pm and then back to bed at 8 and sleeping till 630 when my alarm went off..), and postponed this, not realising that monday would not be a work day for me, but rather a day spent doing practical things at home.

So far I have hung five pictures (three paintings, two photoes), one wall clock (ding dong it said at 1030), and a barometer in my work alcove. They are all from my grandfather's home and thus cherished items. I might hang more later, I have to feel my way a bit to get it right.

Next up is rehanging the displaced pictures elsewhere, and then starting to wash all the glasses that also arrived with mother. Lots of tiny glasses with a stem that I associate with quaint drinks like sherry (and I might be wrong at that, all I know is that they were grown-up glasses when I was a kid and I haven't really seen anything like them in use after I got old enough to be interested). 

Thus... my outfit today is highly practical. Worn baggy jeans and a brightly coloured t-shirt from Threadless. I don't have a photo of it available but it is turquoise and with robots shooting lasers in a pixelled city.

I have, as I predicted, been less than reliable about posting daily even with the challenge. Thus my mother who copied it from me and started out two days behind is now two days ahead.

Here are the posts in the 30-day challenge left to do:

Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Day 13: This week

This week has been long and eventful, both at work and off. It was an unusual week in that I had friday off - with the purpose of not being wholly exhausted and wanting to sleep for 18 hours when my mother arrived friday afternoon. She is here for the weekend!

Friday, 18 March 2011

Day 12: What's in my bag..

Paper napkins, desinfectant wet wipes, band-aids, medicines in two boxes, asthma inhalator, make-up pouch (contents undocumented but dominated by Clinique and Urban Decay), tatting pouch with yarn and tatting supplies and on-going project, note book, a novel by Ian Rankin in a protective case, an unprotected other novel, mints, lipbalm (fat balm by eyeko), pocket mirror, phone, headset, wallet, passport, usb cable for phone, usb cable for camera/mp3 player, extra headphones, camera, more mints. 

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Day 11: My siblings

I am a middle child. In both age and number.

I have four older half siblings, one younger brother, and three even younger half siblings. They are all dear to me! <3

I also have another older half brother, who drowned in an accident before I was born. I always knew he should be there and missed him terribly. My older siblings are quite a bit older than me, and he would have been pretty much as close in age as I am to my younger brother. Someone wise and older that would be there. I tried to be a wise older sibling to my brother, I don't know if he was terribly impressed ;)

My family is important to me for all of me having little contact with them. From a starting point at an island off Norway's west coast we have spread around the globe. Must be genetic.

So anyway, this is for my siblings, all nine of them: Love you all!

Kiwi green evening

Yesterday I was supposed to blog about my siblings.
Instead I wound up going out for dinner with a gang from work.

The most notable event from the evening was when my boss, who was ordering drinks according to colour, brushed away our criticism about the not so two coloured drink (was supposed to be yellow with a midori-green layer in the bottom) WAS indeed two colours. It was kiwi green. "But that is not two colours", we protested. "Yes it is!" He answered brightly. "Kiwi and green!"

The drink in question was, otherwise, undrinkable in my opinion. :)

Oh and John Baker finally won the Iditarod (and on record time at that - by four hours!), I am happy for him! Thanks to H for the update during the evening <3

Monday, 14 March 2011

I am keeping my race speculations to facebook. Following both Finnmarkslöpet and Iditarod - now to bed to get up in the middle of the night to check statuses.

Sleep well friends!

Day 10: What I wore today

My darling green boots. And a jeans skirt, striped stockings and a black sweater. And black corduroy coat, black hat.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Belief, Take#2

I don't feel altogether done with yesterday's topic of beliefs. Thus the 30 days will recommence tomorrow. 

I also believe in a set of principles, more or less well defined.

In the bottom of my life philosophy there is kindness to those who deserve it (most people I interact with regularly fall into this group), and a bit of an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth to those that deserve it, but tempered with the experience that it pays off to show oneself the better, kindlier and more honourable in a social conflict.

My home is my castle and I get very upset if I get invaded by unwanted people (landlord's craftsmen arriving unexpectedly or with ill timing for instance), even if my doorbell is rung when I don't expect it. I get upset when people "mistreat" my home. An example is putting clean dishes into the wrong cupboards (although I know helping me is kindly meant I get annoyed). I have a sense of how things should be in my home, and I don't like my order disturbed. I try to show the same respect in others's homes but it is difficult to know what their limits are, so it takes some asking to make sure not to offend, and depending on how well I know the person I might not dare that.

I don't like complaining about stuff I could do stuff about. Like, me complaining that I am fat when it is up to me to get more exercise, for instance. I get annoyed when other people complain about similar as well. If you aren't doing anything about it, don't whine. If you are, good for you, good luck and stay positive.

Leave people bloody well alone. Strangers are not likely to want your opinion. Or to hear about your horrible husband, or your kids' stomach bug, or whatever. Pushing ones opinions or problems onto others is pretty much as intrusive as stealing their belongings, even if it is two different acts. Let people keep their personal space, in other words. Your opinion should be kept for when it is wanted; ie when asked for or in a professional capacity (at work it is most likely expected of you to express an opinion about things going on, just don't do the whiner thing but keep it relevant and respectful. Try, anyway!).

Well. Short. Confuddled, probably, but it needed adding.

Oh, and most things work out in the end. Be happy. Live in the moment. Smile at the rain, and at the ray of sun. At a snow crystal and a green leaf. At a nice book, a good meal, a nice conversation, a lazy evening spent in the sofa. Enjoy what is now. Thinking back, remembering, and thinking forwards, planning and worrying is good, but don't let it take up too much of the time, lest it becomes a burden.

Today's productivity

I promised to bring cake if the time reporting were correctly filled in for the past week.
I am not sure bribery is the best management tool ever, but it does seem to provide some motivation.
Unfortunately I won't know until midnight, so I baked just to be sure. Choc-choc chip muffins. 
H commented that there were holes instead of heels on my favourite socks
and asked why I was wearing worn out socks when I have so many pairs.
 I informed him that I don't have many pairs; I mostly knit other things.
Anyway, it prompted me to knit myself a new pair for spring, low ankled
ones for slightly but not much warmer weather.
MK Superwash Safir on 3,5mm needles. 

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Day 9: My beliefs

Time go get back on track with my 30 days blog happening. Apologies for the interlude, I had other things on my mind... :)

Belief is a tricky subject. A lot of people think about religion when talking about beliefs, but really, that is only a small part of it. What about (but not limited to) these: Belief in equality (on unequality) of human beings, belief in the so-called Human Rights, belief in the legislation of the country one live in, belief in a political opinion, belief in one self or in people around one. Believing the news, or disbelieving them, believing that the world is ruled by the Illuminati, believing that not eating carbs is the only healthy way to live, belief that avoiding fat in ones diet is the only healthy way to live, and so forth. Belief right down to the fact that I am pretty sure there will be milk available if I head down to the local shop, but I cannot be sure, thus, it is a belief so far as it is not yet proved.

My own beliefs are as multiple as those above, but there is one thing I think I would like to say.

I have a fairly strong belief in what we today view as proved scientific facts - the planets revolve around the sun, the entire solar system together with all the other in our galaxy sails around a massive black hole in the center of the Milky Way, cells have mitochondria that behave like they are about to demand a divorce from our cooperative existence any time now, we seem to have developed from a soup of molecules starting to take form, ice ages come and go and right now we are in an ice epoch although as far as we are concerned it is a very mild and clement epoch, atoms consist of smaller particles down to a multitude of particles so far only speculated in.

Yet I also have a fairly strong belief that we could, as has so often happened in scientific history, discover we were on the wrong track and an entire field of beliefs within some limb of the contorted monster called science be abandoned. And we could also reanimate theories that were abandoned.

As well; I have a strong sense of cynicism against "independent" (and especially unique, not duplicated) studies, especially ones made in subjects one cannot calculate. They all too often seems to result in in just the answer the people making the study expected or wanted to see.

Friday, 11 March 2011

Snood

Artesano Silk Embrace, one ball turned into a bright snood!
One of my promises to myself (threats?) was to try to write down my patterns and share them. Here is the first one I actually went ahead with and noted down.

Enjoy!




Howto:

Pattern notes:

Needles: 6mm, knitting in the round. I knit loosely, but I recommend trying to knit to the gauge noted on the yarn (when knitting stockinette) or a bit looser.

I used a knit cast-on method as it is somewhat firmer and thus like the bind-off edge.
CO: cast on
BO: bind off
k: knit.
p: purl.
k2t: knit two together.
yo: yarn over
ssk: slip one stitch knitwise, knit the next stitch, pass the slipped stitch over.
sl-k2t-psso: slip one stitch knitwise, knit the next two stitches together, pass the slipped stitch over


Pattern: 
CO 88 stitches.

Rib: k2 p2 for 8 rds.

Knit 1 rd.

Begin lace pattern. Place marker at the start of round.

Row 1: (yo, sl-k2t-psso, yo, k5) repeat until end of round.
Row 2: knit all
Row 3: (yo, sl-k2t-psso, yo, k5) repeat until end of round.
Row 4: knit all
Row 5: (k3, yo, ssk, k1, k2t, yo) repeat until end of round.
Row 6: knit all
Row 7: (yo, sl-k2t-psso, yo, k1) repeat until end of round.
Row 8: knit all.

Repeat these rounds 7 times.

Knit rib (k2, p2) for 8 rounds.

BO loosely.

I used this method: K1. (Slip knit stitch back onto left needle. K2t (the already knit stitch and the next). Slip stitch back onto left needle. K1.) Repeat pattern in parenthesis until end of round. Weave in ends.

Variations:
If you want a narrower snood you can cast on 8 or 16 stitches less, and add one (for 8) or two (for 16) pattern repeats. Similarly for a wider snood that can be wound twice around your neck, add 8, 16, etc and remove pattern repeats. This version does go twice around if I want. 

Loot from the yarn shop


Went to the yarn shop in Åkermyntan and wound up spending some money there. And fingered all those lovely fibers. As I have said before; if I win the lottery I am going to start a yarn shop only to have an excuse to collect lovely fibers without the guilty conscience of not doing anything useful with them.

My spring socks?
Tatting supplies. My enthusiastic learning curve led to a broken shuttle rather quickly... So I replaced that (+ I am maybe teaching a colleague so I bought a spare), and I also got some thread. Fairly thick-gauge but good for my purpose. 

Oops

I wound up in the yarn shop in Åkermyntan centrum after work. Didn't save so much time after all as I thought when I accepted a ride. My own fault. Details of the loot to come...

But first, the post office to pick up three books I ordered, and maybe enough food to survive the weekend. If I survive the bus trip home...

The weekend? Finishing the snood I am knitting in artesano silk embrace, a lacy hot pink affair, then a new project. Socks for the spring, I think.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Break

No post in my 30 days today; will recommence tomorrow where I left off.

This day: Had one of the best soups I have ever eaten for lunch, a creamy mushroom soup. I would gladly eat it every day. I told the lady cook at the lunch restaurant that I could kill for it and that she has to make it more often. Kista Lunchcafe is the place to go! Skalholtsgatan something I think. Look it up on the web.

Then in the afternoon; because of a starting migraine yesterday and a stiffening neck (again) I finally got myself around to replacing Bonecracker-dude in my life. So got my neck cracked and he (the new less crackly dude) tried to loosen the knots in my jaw and temples as well. OW! I am fairly knocked out now and after I have had some water I shall sleep.

Good night, world!

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Day 8: A moment

I stare out of the bus window, eyes unfocused, the world passing by. Seeing but unseeing.

Let us stop for a moment and imagine someone would have tugged my arm and asked me what I was thinking. I would not have been able to answer. 

Geometric black and white shapes are moving. Rising steadily, then twisting and going diagonally, then a smooth curve and a dive. It takes me several seconds to process what I am seeing.

Out on a field of snow, in the grey and black and white starkness of dusk, a boy is flying a kite. The kite is white with a black geometric figure centered on it.

The bus travels on and the boy lets out the string. The kite soars.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Day 7: My best friend

I am apparently not a person with a "best friend". I have some friends and they are all best - on their area, in their own way, in their own variation.

So here's to you, dear ones: Best ones!

Anniversary

Three years living alone in this flat today. Three years of better life quality, wakening ambition, and a healthier mind. Here's to hope it continues on the upward curve!

On a different note, the upstairs neighbour has NOT become silent. The past week has had me close to tears in need for sleep - hammering continuously from 0830-1130PM on a thursday night (since I get up at 5 to be at work in time I usually try to sleep nine-ish, to not be completely dead the day after). Loud music, the bass vibrating in my entire flat. Slow rnb bass. Then, at 0337 AM tuesday morning (today) - hammering. Loud enough and repeatedly enough to wake me. I am considering starting to write down all the disturbances in a log. What to do with it I am not sure. :/

Monday, 7 March 2011

Day 6: My day

I got up around 5AM. The music turned itself on, but kept turning itself louder and louder, so I had to bounce out of bed and turn down the volume in both rooms as to not enrage my neighbours (I try to not disturb, so that I have the full rights to plot their demise when they make noise when I want to sleep).

Shower. Realisation I should check the weather forecast before getting dressed. Getting dressed in default clothes; jeans because they were closest. And because I wanted to wear sneakers

Breakfast. A cup of espresso. Bread with lemon marmalade. A glass of water. My medicines (plaquenil against arthritis - yes, it is a quinine normally used against malaria and yes, it does work and noone seems to know why, aerius to lower the histamine levels in my body, a multivitamin pill and a codliveroil-capsule - the two latter a recent experiment which I haven't evaluated yet). 

Also for breakfast: Current standings. I don't need to look at the route - odd years it is the southern route - but my readers might want to have a peek here. Then I read a Daisy Dalrymple short story while finishing my breakfast. 

Walking to the metro and then changing to a bus to work. Took about an hour, a bit more from door to door. 

Work. Mostly pottering around trying to figure out how to make sure everyone is briefed and has gotten the necessary training when we switch to the new switchboard. Also talking to the summer workers, recruited from customer service for the season. First official meeting with them! 

Homewards. Dropping by a shop to deal with an exchange, then looking for a cloche hat in several other shops. No luck. 

Home. Idle surfing. Reading the other Daisy Dalrymple short story, eating some yoghurt for dinner. Writing this blog post. Talking to Linus, who had a lot to tell me today. 

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Day 5: My definition of love

Ahum. Nice subject.
Yea, right.
Seriously, this is something I have not really considered. And it is way too complex to to describe in a mere blog post. What I will do I suppose is write down what makes me happy in interaction with dear ones:

It is when, upon hearing from people you haven't heard from in any amount of time (from short to long), you still feel the same affection and loyalty and things feel just as always.

Linus' favoured vantage point


Sunrise


More tatting



I can't find the bracelet I made, but here are a couple of bookmarks, mostly created during lunch breaks at work (and some lazy sundays spent listening to audio books).

Saturday, 5 March 2011

Day 4: What I ate today

This is a post that is boring to write. I have pondered how to spice it up but I couldn't really come up with it. Maybe the recipe for the pies? Anyone want it?

 For breakfast: Two avocadoes and a small bowl of yoghurt.
 For lunch: Two wasa-bisquits with whey cheese and a little more yoghurt.
Snack: H's unsalted pistachio kernels that he left here. But he got a sack of cat food so my conscience is clear ;)
Dinner: Phyllo dough "pies" (small spring roll looking thingies) filled with spinach and feta.

Friday, 4 March 2011

Day 3: My parents

I have a seemingly distanced relationship to my parents. My father is no more, and my mother I only see once or twice a year. I rarely visit her, instead she comes here. We don’t talk much, some e-mails and a sporadic hello on msn. This is not because we don’t care, but I think, at least partly because we are both extremely independent people with very stubborn minds and very strong (often differing) opinions. We tend to start to argue, in a slightly exasperated, impatient fashion (ohmygoddon’tbedaft…) if we spend extended time together. I don’t talk much with anyone at all, on the other hand. So it might be mostly because of my introvert nature.

My mother gave me the gift of teaching me to think things through for myself and come up with my own opinion. She also attempted to teach me to argue my case if there was a difference of minds (and sometimes when there wasn’t really, playing the devil’s advocate to make me try to be rational), with this she was somewhat less successful seeing as I get shy and flustered and my mind freezes. Still, without her attempts I would probably be either a doormat or completely incoherent with rage when faced with opposition (this too runs in my family – on both sides of my parents!). Now I at least try to talk my way out of things. The third gift she gave me is strongly related to the first. She gave me atheism. I highly doubt that was on purpose, but I am fairly satisfied with the end result.

My father gave me the gift of making more or less crazy inventions to make things work, or adjust existing items for a slightly new and improved function. A different kind of creativitity from my my mother’s mostly artistical pursuits. (I got creativity from both sides though, just as I got stubbornness). He also taught me – inadvertently I suppose – to be a survivor. My image of my father is of course based on my own memories of him, and I must admit I took somewhat against him at a fairly early age. He did not present his charming side to me often enough. At the same time I always felt sorry for him: he seemed sad. With more years of own life experience I would say that he was probably highly dissatisfied with quite a lot, and rather insecure in many ways. I have also revised my image of him as a ne’er-do-well with endless business plans that failed, to a person with a crafty and inventive mind that made some really good inventions but also suffered several hard blows of misfortune, like the couple of years of poisonous algae blooms that killed off his fish.

My parents were both of course, like everyone else, flawed people in many ways, still I would like to believe they did their best and personally, I don’t really regret anything. After all, without my experience – good as bad, I would not be the me I know.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Day 2: My first love

My first love was Winnie the Pooh and his friends. They were my invisible friends in my rather solitary life. They were also the source of much wisdom.

My first heartbreak was when Piglet died.

I asked my godmother what we were eating for dinner, and she answered Piglet ("Nasse"). I still don't eat pork if I can avoid it, it tastes horrible and sticks in my throat and I get the urge to puke. All in my head, I know - but associations are powerful and can do much to affect ones life.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Gentle Giant

I just met a black and white cat named Ådi. He told me he felt somewhat abandoned among all the mischief of his host cats (my step cats), and wanted to be scratched (particularly under his chin) and petted and most of all talked to - he is a talkative cat. As it is, he mostly gets hissed at :/  poor man, I offered to catsit him for a couple of days - Linus is peaceful albeit scared and one Silme can easier scratch two that one H can three.

Day 1: Introduce yourself

There is a short description of me to the right left of this text.
I could write another text, of course. A short text, or a long text. Depending on how much I want to dwell on the person that is me.

How do you best describe a person? By what they look like, a history of their life so far, what they do, or where they are heading? The best answer would probably be a combination of these, but that means a fairly long text. I fear just ONE of them would be a long text. Let’s go with what I do.

I take the bus (preferred) and the metro (second choice). I don’t have a driver’s license but not because of any conscious choice, it just turned out that way so far. Anyway I spend between 2 and 3 hours commuting, Monday to Friday. I used to live close to work, a 20 minute walk, and I regret the vastly shortened day I suffer now. (I digress).
I knit, and draw, and tat, and paint, and print, and crochet, and carve, and make things out of metal wire as well.

I care deeply about my plants, and have to restrain myself not to put potted plants on every surface of my flat not used up by books. Books are another passion, I love reading.

I have problems sitting still and doing nothing either with my hands or my mind. That means I cannot watch a movie without doing something with my hands, and I can’t do something with my hands without getting mental input. Forcing me into either of those half-passive states will make me so bored and restless I am on the verge of tears.
Contradictory to that I am totally able to sit still and look out into the air for hours and just contemplate life. But it is either power up or power down, I cannot be half-way.

I need my tea. And my bread and cheese. Without these things I start to feel some kind of black desperation, that shows up within a few days. It tends to ruin vacations to places where a breakfast including these things is not the norm.

I am a material girl: I love my flat, and my things in my flat.

I love sleeping alone in my bed. I love being alone n my flat. I am an introvert that gains energy from solitude, my best times has been weeks of not even leaving to buy groceries, stocking up in advance when I am off work. Animals don’t steal energy from me, but humans do. I don’t like (more like actively dislike) children, except for the children of my niece and my cousin.

My job however is all about people. I lead a team of raucous lively clever people that make the cog wheels turn by pure force of will sometimes. They drive me up the wall. And I have a hard time to imagine myself doing any other job, with any other people.

In my dreams however, I watch the stars. I go to Mars. I sail the oceans of the world. I walk the forests.

Belated blog happening

Blogging is slow and I seem to mostly come up with things to write when I am a) on the bus to work or b) just heading to bed. When I come home in the evening (a) or wake up in the morning (b) I cannot recall what it was I was supposed to write. (Last night just as I was heading to bed, instead of wanting to write here, I got an urge to start reading the latest Maisie Dobbs book, which I haven’t yet opened, and had to tell myself sternly that there would be no sleep if I opened it. Sadly.)

So to get myself back into the habit of writing, I decided to (long after “everyone” else did it, meaning the people whose blogs I read) go through this list of topics. I am likely to miss some day, I suppose, meaning it will take me more than 30 days to do it, but hey… :)


Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment