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!
There’s a hole in my bucket.
Well mend it, then.
But where did I put it?
Now I can cross out this of my photo bucket list, ha de Gött!
There is a special, magical place. An oak and linden tree forest on the north side of a ridge. Autumn leaf softly swirl down to the ground from the tall trees. Dry leafs on the ground rustle around your feet as you walk. In the crown of the majestic trees, the south west wind makes a whooshing sound.
On the ground it is silent and still, so silent you can touch it. Smell it. Feel it. There under green blankets of moss the trolls sleeps until night comes. A woodpecker makes a knocking sound trying to find food in a dead oak branch. All is well and your soul is renewed.
Listen to the sound of silence, ha de Gött!
Which witch thought the toughest thought. With her wand cast a spell over the writer so he could no longer spell. Did he steal the steel! Some words are just to alike. Sounds alike but spells differently. A challenge for school kids and foreigners.
Yesterday I accidentally accused Götaverken for criminal activities. Of coarse they did not steal constructions, the made STEEL constructions. Ships, bridges and lock gates. They went out of business 2015 but I hope no former employee was offended. My father was actually one of them in the 1970:ties.
Sometimes I wonder if there is an academy of sorcerers and witches sitting there in a dark chamber deciding spelling and spells. Can you hear the laughter when they decide how to spell wit and with. How they choke for air and slapping themselves on their knees when someone throws in whit also. What a marvelous stew in the kettle of books!
Of and away with, wit, whit my broom, he he he he, 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!
I promised in a comment to write about the three additional letters we have in the Swedish alphabet, so here it is. Yes it’s true we have three more letters after A to Z as in the English alphabet. Åå, Ää and Öö. Not to be show off’s, they have these with a different spelling, and pronunciation, in Danish and Norwegian also. Let’s just say it’s a Scandinavian thing.
Lets start with Å. A friend of mine tried to explain this in a London pub when we were young backpackers. “It’s an a with a prick on”, he said. Took a while to figure out why the men laughed and the girls blushed. Dot is in Swedish “prick”. It is pronounced as ooh. Even for native Swedish it’s sometimes difficult to know when to use O or Å.
Moving on to the A with two pricks on, Ä. Pronounced eah. If you have sheep close by listen to them, they go bäää. Use Google translate to listen. Just copy from this text and paste in Google translate. Very common use and a real struggle for all English speakers moving to Sweden.
So the last letter the O with two pricks on, Ö. This is actually also an entire word that translates to island. You just have to listen to this on Google. There is nothing even close in English that I can think of. I think this is a happy little letter. Used to drive my teacher crazy when I made a smiley of it.
Just remember that sometimes less is more, ha de Gött!
Like a white beacon in all the green. The hedge bindweed (Calystegia sepium) got my imagination going with its many English names. But first the Swedish name, “Snårvinda”. Connects to its growth place in bushes where it twines around another plants. Reaches up to four meters. It can be found all over the world in tempered climate in several sub species.
The English names is like a smorgasbord. Rutland beauty, bugle vine, heavenly trumpets, bellbind, granny-pop-out-of-bed and, according to Wikipedia, many more. Please drop a comment if you know any more. Heavenly trumpets seems a fitting name with its innocent white and trumpet shape flowers.
Granny-pop-out-of-bed. In my head plays out the scene with granny jumping out of bed. Dressed in her long white night dress. Hair all white from age and fuzzy from sleep. She dances around like a teenager in the bedroom with the radio playing loud. The song is the Beatles “a hard days night”. Sweeps across the hall to that handsome widower’s room. He wakes up mumbling something about ghosts. He finds his glasses, and his teeth. Puts them in to give her a Liberace smile. They dance all night and just before the staff enters her room she slips back into bed. The staff helps her with the morning things. While wheeling her out to the common room for breakfast they ask if she had a good night. Sure did, she answers and give the widower across the hall a wink of the eye. Now then, ready for pills and bridge thrills before the heavenly trumpets sounds.
Angels sound your horns, Ha de Gött!
What if there were no name to places? All positioning was mathematically. Where do you live? Oh, I live at N58°, E11°.
Would all territorial wars end? Or would we just fight over squares.
What language would be? Or would we only communicate mathematically like computers. In ones and zeros, or hexadecimals.
How about our names? Just a series of numbers, date of birth and a serial number like our social security number. “Happy birthday dear 20210710-0001”.
If we only worked with numbers would all scores be settled?
Did you meet all your numbers? Yes, we had a large family dinner.
Marriage an addition, divorce a subtraction. Making children, multiplying. Would then giving birth be a division?
Genealogy just a matrix.
Sometimes my thoughts don’t add up, ha de Gött!
Amusing, abusing, confusing, bruising, annoying
Words
Playful, syllables, contradictory, conflictory, homonyms
Words
Sharp, gentle, conflicting, peaceful, deceitful
Words
In head, in mouth, pen to paper, keyboard click, deleted
Words
Flow, pearling, block, knock, ……,
Words
Soothing, eluding, exploding, eroding, concluding
Words
Foreign, slang, academic, bureaucratic, dramatic
Words
Congregate, segregate, vindicate, mate, elaborate
Words
Cherish, embrace, think, say, write
This has been bugging my brain for some time and now I finally got it through the keyboard. I just love and hate words. Ha de Gött!
The cherry tree in my garden is about ready to harvest. Thanks to the blog of Picpholio (check out his excellent blog here) I’d like to explore depth of field on this first mature cherry. Thee left picture is taken with less depth of field and the right is taken with more depth of field. You can slide the bar to see the difference. What do you think. Is one better than the other or is it just same, same but different?
So with this post I signal to my father-in-law that is about time to harvest. I can’t eat them. My stomach make wild protests for several days while my lips swells up in a Botox like way. Oh, great idea. Could be my last blog before I move to LA and go in to plastic surgery. Ha de Gött!
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