Tag Archive for ‘Life’

A Rainy Day

A Rainy Day

A rainy day
I will
sort things
postponed and neglected
A rainy day
I will
get down to it
long awaited
A rainy day
I will
sort it all out
structure and shape
A rainy day
I will
let it all flow
symphony of keys
A rainy day
I will
bloody well will
write that novel

But today sun is shining, ha de Gött!

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Mental Health

Mental Health

Your brain, can be fantastic
but also, a pain in in the ass
The darkness can fall, and hit you, hard
You can decide, but it is sometimes hard
The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on

Pray, it will be better soon. Hold tight
God, will it be better soon. I must be

My head, can be fantastic
Every day, a pain in the ass
The darkness will fall, and hit you hard
Run for your life, run far
The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on
The struggle goes on, the struggle goes on

This song lyrics was written a year ago by my son, Edvin. Just a few weeks before he passed away. It’s a punk rock song where he also written music. It is only partially recorded as he wasn’t fully pleased with this song. Even so, I’ve decided to post it. This was his first attempt to write lyrics so he asked me what he should write about. I answered, try to explain how you see the world and I think this text bluntly expresses his struggle. He did record another song that you can find on Spotify (link). Ha de Gött!

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Meeting

Meeting

To get to my boat I have to walk through a field with cows. Close to the water there is a few meter with a very narrow passage with rock on one side and a wetland on the other. As I came around a corner I found myself face to mule with the cows. First I wasn’t sure how the bull would react, you see him in the middle, but he’s a very kind fellow. They like to eat from the reed as it apparently has a sweet taste. Guess the cows has a sharp tongue and take no bullshit.

They let me take some nice photos and I could make my way trough the flock to the boat. I just told them “well now, this path isn’t wide enough for all of us”. Not only a blogger but also a cowboy, yiihaa, ha de gött!

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Dancing Queen

Dancing Queen

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!

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What if

What if

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!

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Cherry

Cherry

Left picture taken with f/4.5 and right picture taken with f/9

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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Ash

Ash

The ash tree (Fraxinus excelsior) can be very large an tall, up to 30 meters. In Swedish it is named “Ask” but there is no answer to how it got that name. The wood is very hard and though, thereby suitable for boat building. For the Vikings this was an important tree both in mythology and for shipbuilding. The French and Germans sometimes called the Vikings for “Ascomanni”, they who sails with ships made from ash trees. It is also excellent to use for building crossbow. Something my son proved to me a few years ago. In the Viking mythology the world tree “Yggdrasil” was an ash tree.

As the Swedish lumberjack said, Ask no more, ha de Gött!

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IT?

IT?

Laptop, a bent knee

Desktop, the Sunday roast

Mouse, wire_less

Printer, ink stained fingertips

Bug, on the windshield

Hard drive, hole-in-one

Root, pull the weed out

Library, oh those books

Archive, just in case

File, secret volumes

Keyboard, Ebony and Ivory

Firewall, hot topic

Virus, turns all to zero

IT, Intelligence Terminated

With all those down to earth words how the ….. can it be so difficult? Ha de Gött!

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Agunnaryd

Agunnaryd

For home decoration went to IKEA
thinking, what a splendid idea
Took the escalator to the maze
furniture, furniture like a haze
Stumbled down the stairs
families and in love pairs
Grab a four wheel trolley
isle after isle, what a folly
Package after package all flat
collecting it all like a rat
Full car, what have I done
my little wife is all gone
Put me in a dire spot
forgot her at the parking lot

In case you wonder IKEA stands for Ingmar Kamprad Elmtaryd Agunnaryd after the founder’s name and birth place in Sweden. Ha de Gött!

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