Winter decided to head back north but we managed to create some art in the melting snow on Sunday. Today they are all melted away. It was a fun time together with my son and his cousin.
Stay cool, create. Ha de Gött!
Love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage
So they sing the tune
They lived happily ever after
So ended the tale
Rings, a car, children, a house, a mortgage, piles of bills
Love concur all, so the Bible says
But the sinister question, that can end it all
Honey, do I look fat in this?
First dance competition since Covid-19 and my sons first competition in Cha-cha and Jive. Also the first time for me to take photos of dancers. The family has some ten years experience in the dance halls. Both sons competing, but then it was the Rock’n’Roll dances. Back then my wife held the camera for the still images and I was in charge of the video camera. So yesterday was same, same but different.
Dance like there’s no tomorrow, ha de Gött!
I have a cold, and all men out there know what I’m talking about!.
My wife just giggles and mumbles something about giving birth. But let me explain how it feels.
The brain suddenly feels three sizes too big. However a jolly gang of workers banging away with sledgehammers, pickaxes and shovels to reduce the size. They move around the head with a big old Steam Train going cathunk, cathunk. The train blows the whistle on every lap around the head stopping with screaming breaks at the station between the eyes.
The foreman realizes that the brain size is not reducing fast enough so he decide to use dynamite and C4! They all cheer loudly after the explosion and, since it was a good blast they do it again, and again!
The throat feels like a dessert but my nose is working hard to build up a flood to wet it. Unfortunately this flood clogs and block any attempts to get air though the nostrils. I’m gasping for air through the mouth with the result of sand dunes start to form in the pharynx.
The water missing from my throat has now started to come out of the biggest organ in the body, the skin, rivers and rivers of sweat. Trying to speak only to realize that the sand in my mouth now have turned into glue.
I try to get out of the bed but the guys working in the muscles has been called to the brain shrinking task force. Resulting in me crawling on all four like a baby to get to the bathroom. Every step, if you can call crawling that, feels like I’m a pincushion.
After slipping around the bathroom floor I manage to find my way back to the bed. Without getting lost in the closet. Only find myself in front of Mount Everest.
Trying to climb back into bed makes all the muscle guys go to their Union rep and complain. As they go on strike I fall asleep on the floor dreaming of demonstrations and rioting. Now the left and right side of the brain decides to start a civil war firing artillery at each other.
After what feels like forever I recover and the merry men in my head finally managed to reduce my brain size to fit the thick skull. The muscle guys however demands vacation due to the overtime. I stumble out to the kitchen just to find the To Do List from the wife!
Stay warm, ha de Gött!
Stupid, silly, dumb, foolish, fool, idiotic, imbecile, fatuous, daft, doltish, sappy, goofy, rattle-headed, nit-witted. I could go on and on with word describing (other) peoples lack of intelligence. Languages are usually full of these words. But people are not stupid!
They just have bad luck when they think!
People make mistakes, be forgiving. Ha de Gött!
Picked up, his guitar today wrapped my hand around its neck slide my fingers along the strings Picked up, his guitar today scuffed up frets from his music finger tips on his favorite chords Picked up, his guitar today the weight in my lap heavy, as my silent heart Picked up, his guitar today
Cherish the music in your life, ha de Gött!
November is a challenge for the photographer. I set out on my bike in bright sunlight and moderate wind. I was set on exploring an area I drive pass every day but never visited. Once I got there the rain clouds appeared at the horizon, so the light conditions became, putting in mildly, tricky. The weather gods sitting there with the light switch, off, on, off, on. That is until they discovered the dimmer function. Don’t know if it was the seagulls laughing at me, or the gods. When I reached the top of the cliff they turn the lights out and hit me with a rain shower.
Just remember you can always slide downhill, ha de Gött!
Look through the cracks. There is always a new perspective.
Crack a smile and make the day better, ha de Gött!
Abandoned. Slowly nature is taking back the old store. I remember coming here as a child to buy Norwegian chocolate or licorice pipes. The store is just a few meters from the border. Now it’s for many years closed and the building is for sale. Even the for sale sign has faded. You can still see the sign for Borg beer and trash can lid stating ‘Keep Sweden Clean’. Maybe this is the picture of the circular economy.
Progress is a double edge sword, ha de Gött!
This weekend was the start of the moose hunting season. Better stay out of the forest for a while. My father-in-law told me there was a veterans tractor day not far from home. I grabbed the camera and joined him.
It was a pleasant surprise to see all the tractor models from my childhood. Some in mint condition and some very much in daily use. There was the Volvo BM 230 with its characteristic sound from its two cylinder diesel engine, “ti-to, ti-to. Hence it got the nickname “Tisdag-Torsdag”, Tuesday-Thursday, but it doesn’t make any sense in English, sorry.
There was also Volvo BM 430 and Volvo BM 350. The 350 was also called Boxer from its three cylinder boxer diesel engine. I remember the acrobatic struggle to get in and out of the Boxer. The smell of wet soil and diesel filled the air in the mild autumn weather as the sound of strong diesels rang in my ears.
Grounded in dirt, ha de Gött!
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