it's interesting how many tennis balls a nephew can find in a home
it's also quite interesting how a nephew can manage to make all tennis balls disappear under the sofa...
yes! the ice is back! and it sings alien songs! finally :)
message from oskar:
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i don't think i'm ever going to get used to nights like this. it's dark and cold and the sky is clear and the moon is big and strong and makes everything different shades of blue and the shadows very sharp and the stars are so many it makes my head spin. and everything is quiet. i walk around with my mouth open and my ears are working so hard to listen for sounds it feels like i can hear how they work. i must look like a complete fool. i walk slowly, looking at everything and listening to everything. and the blue light makes everything look like a picture in a children's book. and it's so quiet it feels like the world has stopped and i'm the only thing that's real. and the bob, of course. i wonder if he feels the magic too... he doesn't seem to mind me walking slowly, stopping to look and listen and feel. it's a good thing there's so much horse shit around, so he has something to do while waiting for me. i really needed a night like this.
old dog - weak knees :(
the old dog came to give me a hug when i came home from work today. those of you who know the bob know that this is not a thing that happens often. if the bob wags his tail once it means he is really really happy to see you. if he gives you a hug it means he really really loves you. so my heart is still warm and happy. unfortunately the old bob's knees are getting weak, and he slid down on his behind and looked very embarrased.
the bob and i had a ghost-ish walk after work today. it was dark and the moon was big and seemed to shine stronger than normal. looking over the lake i had a feeling of being in an old movie... the moon light shining on the nervous lake, the black mountains in the background and the black contours of a few trees in the foreground. the moon light was almost blue. when we came closer to home some of the horses started galloping in the field. it was so dark i couldn't see them. when they came closer i noticed i held my breath, almost expecting to see big black horses with head-less men on their backs (fortunately i only saw the small brown pony and the white barbie horse and someone else i didn't recognise in the darkness:). it was the same feeling i had when i was a child and we used to tell ghost stories or watch horror movies and afterwards i was frightened in a nice and exciting way when i had to walk home. almost at home i jumped at a sound from behind the garage. it turned out to be the wind in the plastic hanging from the old "green house" the ex-neighbour once made with his bare hands. i really really want a ghost-story-evening again! i had forgotten how fun it is.
our ex-gravel road has now been turned into something that reminds of a potato field. in order to drive to work we have to drive in the ditch to get by the worst places. and it's only the left ditch that works. and it's getting worse. soon the real fields beside the road will be better than the road...
i'm afraid i will ruin someone else's car with all the stones and mud and gravel that falls off mine... and my shoes get so dirty they've probably had to hire extra people to clean the floors at work. there's a track of dry mud from my car to where i leave the shoes in the cloakroom.
it's going to be interesting to see what happens when winter comes back, and the road freezes. we won't be able to drive on it then, i guess. maybe we should hurry up and buy a jeep.
i met our little gossip-lady the other day. update on village gossip:
* an addict is renting the flat in the village-cafe (it hasn't been a cafe for ages. and if i'm correctly informed the cafe period only lasted a few weeks. but the sign and the name is still there :). AND she has the key to the entire building. including the cafe. (which, of course, is a very bad thing. as she's an addict. and addicts attract other addicts. i'm sure the cafe will be full of addicts one of these days. maybe the bad road will slow them down a bit, though...)
* the fight between the two neighbours who can't decide who owns the very small piece of grass between the mailbox and the fence increased. so the neighbour on the other side of the fence decided to tear down the greenhouse of the neighbour who lives behind the mailboxes. so the
lantmäteriet (i guess... or whoever it is that knows who owns what) came and put poles in the ground showing more or less exactly what man owns what piece of the earth. the funny thing about this fight is that these two men own all the land and fields and woods around both lakes. and they fight about a little piece of grass. with two stones in it, so you can't even really use it as a lawn. i was a bit surprised that they had finally decided to find out who really owns it, though, as i guessed they liked fighting over it. but then i learned they've found something new to fight about:
* the neighbour behind the fence is building a stable. big enough for 6-7 horses. the neighbour behind the mailboxes is, until soon, the only one owning a stable around here. which means all horses owned by all people around the lakes live there. and, apparently, this means he gets quite a lot of money. but with the new stable he might not be able to keep his stable. which makes him worried, of course. this might very well divide the villagers into two different teams: team neighbour behind the mailboxes and team neighbour behind the fence. i haven't decided which team to join yet...
* no news about the new people in our house. it's really interesting. they come and go. and noone knows where they go. or why they come. very very interesting. but the little gossip lady is going to talk to a woman who's related to someone who knows the man who owns the house. hopefully i'll get some more news soon.
the tommy's parents have been staying with us this weekend. they came friday afternoon, and left today after lunch. i don't think i've ever had so many buns in a weekend... they were very good, but i think i've had enough cinnamon buns for a few weeks now :)
