I have lost three...

I have lost three mittens in one and a half week. Am beginning to think it's some kind of weird spring sign. No, but seriously; if anyone sees them, please tell them to come back home since my hands are still cold.

Highpoints of the weekend: The amazing meal with the hare krishna guys, earth our with elin at Kellys in candlelight.

Mission of tomorrow: A train ride. And possibly buying a diktafon.

Tired.

Visited a monastery. Met with my supervisor. Bought a green hoodie. Read a book about growing things on balconies.

highpoint: Lai Thai is back on the kings square, and she still remembers I want the peanut sauce.

The purple giraff

Last night I dreamt that my mum was showing me tatoos that I did not know she had. They were from her youth and childhood and she told me the stories behind them. I especially remember a little pink giraff with purple spots. It was a bit faded, but I was pleasently surprised to see it.

I googled a bit to try and find the meaning of a giraff tatoo, but the closest thing I found was lions and palm trees, which means "sweet journey to the south seas" and "strenght and bravery".

I also googled "dreaming of a giraff". The possible meanings I found was:

1.That I should stick my neck out, extend myself and take chanses.

2.The giraff (me) has it's head in the clouds and needs to get back down to earth.

3. The giraff (me) is awkwardly trying to eat grass, indicating that being down to earth is'nt always practical.

4. I want to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground while viewing the horizon clearly.

Highpoint of today: as often, cycling fast listening to music in the dark, making a descisision, tasting the great food that hungry sara made

Mission of Tomorrow: Not forget to meet the hare krishna guy at two. Make more things happen.

saturday night...

It is saturday and I am already in bed. Happy that the internet is working again. A neighbour is playing old music really loud, right now a deep woman's voice is singing something that reminds me of an old movie.

Yesterday we watched the bollywood movie Dil se, it means with all my heart. It was intense and I would recommend it to annyone.

Today I: worked, walked in the botanical garden, held a dogs head in my lap in a sofa, cried ofter a passed dissapearing in a near future, read the paper in the bath

Highpoint of Yesterday (well, technically today): When I was getting closer to home, right after midnight, killing in the name of with Rage against the machine came on the radio. Its amazing what music that was once lodged in your brain can do with you.

queen of Högsbo...

The highpoint of today was getting a postcard from my bestest swimming friend agnes, who lives in poland. Instead of my regular surname she had written : "Mary queen of Högsbo" in the adress field. It made me laugh out loud. It goes way back to the times when we were 19 and I lived on a small scottish island and wrote letters to her about a beautiful gardener that I was too shy to ever speak to. On every letter or postcard she sent me she had scribbled "Mary queen of scots", it made me slighty embarrased and slightly proud every time I went to pick up my post. Sometimes I miss those times.

I also went for a walk today, with my mum and her dog and her friend, out on Amundön. We had sandwiches in the sunshine on a cliff overlooking sea, and we spoke about how much we don't get filosophy, and what might happen when you die, and how often you need to buy really good new shoes. We also saw 31 swans fly in the skye.

Today I:
*painted a piece of furniture
*had a realisation about myself which I might share tomorrow
*cut the third finger on the same hand in three days (index finger, left hand, grater)
*watched the first episode on the last cd of Buffy season four, but this time with lovely friend sara.
*washed the dishes for the first time since friday. (it included all my glasses, plates and knives)
*danced like a maniac
*cycled very fast

highpoint of Today: Dancing like a maniac. Seeing a tram reflected in a pond in the park: a perfect row of yellow rectangels, by an orange road, under a starry skye, and then me, on my bike.

Mission of Tomorrow: Not cut any more fingers (but buy plasters just in case). Do the washing up. Close my eyes and turn my face to the sun at least one time.

Spring in the moomin valley

In a minute I will go out into the sunlight to see bobo's new house and take a walk under the blue skye. But first I just want to share these signs of spring with you:

A few days ago the care taker was trimming trees outside my window.

Spring has come to the moomin valley.