Posts Tagged ‘lycka’
Tractor, food and too much nature
Coop Online
Who said living on an island was inconvenient?
I finally tried Coops online delivery service and must say, I am impressed: The tractor arrived at my garden gate 16.00h sharp and off jumped Göran with a smile. He is the man with the motorized float, electrical delivery trike and the mini- excavator. He also never drives any of these vehicles without sunglasses. Read the rest of this entry »
Happy is the new black – and it comes in neat containers
på burk - aus der Dose
Happiness has been following me around lately, inspite of long days at work, a stomach flue and ridiculous electricity bills. Where does it come from I wonder? Through which portal? It could of course be because I like the people I meet every day. Or because spring is finally in the air. Or knowing there a big piece of fresh parmesan cheese in my fridge. But does any of these beat a stomach flue? Read the rest of this entry »
Winter colors, preparing for samosas
Blue swirl
Spring is coming!
It might not look like it for the rest of you Europeans, but three degrees plus and sunshing slowly makes the ice melt and brings back colors. The mornings are orange-sorbet, the evenings pastel-turquois going yellow. Just a couple of weeks to go and I will be able to take my boat to town – which means life is back and will speed up with about 500%.
I am now off to my storage looking for flip flops and my straw hat. Finally taking a break from the scandinavian static white, wriggling my warm sunny toes, chewing samosas. Colors.
Did I mention I miss those?
Upside down or the cars outside B’s window
Life
I ate dinner at Beautiful B.’s house on the weekend. She made the most fantastic meals to prepare us for our trip to northern India and I learned new words and unpronounceable names, how turbans are warm and hurt on your forehead, that Punjabi and Hindi are to each other like Swedish and Norwegian and I tried mouthrefreshing Paan in the most amazing colors – served in my favorite little silver box.
As we talked our welcome-wine through the inner city apartment, P. wondered how it was going with the traffic outside the livingroom window – expecting an answer about the quality of super-sound-isolation-double-glass. Read the rest of this entry »
The world outside my window
Sparkles
The world outside my window was tremendously beautiful today. I immediately stopped complaining about the sudden snow (50 cm in a 24-hour-blizzard) and the wolf we had on our plot last week. It is probably blinded by the light anyway.
With a bit of luck and persistence, you can get freckles even at 15 degrees minus.
Love, waffles, horses and the power of cups
Affirmation
Der hat doch nicht alle Tassen im Schrank. He’s missing some cups in his cupboard!
Han har inte alla hästar hemma. His horses aren’t at home.
Der hat doch ne Schraube locker! He’s got a screw loose – at least this one matches, even in Swedish.
You recognize them when you see one but these expressions always just miss the familiar wording. Why? Bad hearing in the Middle Ages? Read the rest of this entry »
Hipstery, Gitte Haenning and I
Dr. Willem von Tinkel
Assuming everyone is tired of wrapping presents, I thought I’d share something new I recently discovered. The world- or let’s say Europe – is getting more service minded (I pray), and Hipstery does their share by enhancing the gift buying experience.
You tell the guys: “I need a present for my sister Julia”, whereupon they hand you Read the rest of this entry »
The world outside my window
2010 is coming to an end and it feels good. 1/2 meter snow, frozen sea, cleaned out paperwork, eliminated signs of sleep deprivation and champagne bottles are ready to go.
People from the mainland are carrying heavy bags and boxes across the island, firecrackers and toothbrushes. This place is never as popular Read the rest of this entry »
Election updates and the comeback of Spark
A butler is a butler is not a piga.
After a couple of polite questions about my whereabouts I can state that I have been busy, freezing and quite uninspired. And occupied winterproofing boats at 15 degrees minus as well as researching adequate means of transportation for the upcoming season.
Until it next breaks down, I take the subway. On my way to work yesterday I ran into two updates
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Lasse behind the pillar, sociable croissants and Vanessa Paradis
Nutritive empty space
Sunny 15 degrees in Paris this morning!
Mama Shelter can only be recommended to those coming from countries with a rich breakfast culture. Lots of fruit, cheese, juices and even sourdough bread. Love it.
In France and Italy, days often kick off with a compelling mixture of sugar and wheat – which reliably makes me feel like a piece of wobbly pizza dough.
Not at Mama Shelter. But something else happened this morning, Read the rest of this entry »
