"I am the monarch of the sea..." (too much indy.)

sooo....I'm down to seven days before I fly out to MA. ...sooo I should probably get packing, eh- which is sort of ironic because I haven't unpacked fully yet but oh well. yeah.

I started knitting the front half of the sari yarn sweater. luckily I have a ways to go yet before I decide whether or not I'm playing with the pattern.

my ticket home from tahiti is...get this...three times more expensive than my tickets from seattle to boston, from boston to chicago to minneapolis, and from minneapolis to tahiti. combined.

ouch.

hooray for airlines with monopolies. maybe I should just try to sail home. I'll just go Kon-Tiki style. yeah. that'll work.

ouch. I can't think about it. I get twitchy. back to knitting-

I ripped apart my stash yesterday to get at a circular needle for mom. now I want to figure out how to make it look not-exploded. maybe I'll just stuff it all in the windowseat. yeah. good plan. no. I'll figure it out later. hah.

my brain's in a hyper-writing mode. I can't keep up with it; but now I have about seven pages of chaotic marit-code that hopefully wll remind me enough of the scenarios that I haven't put down yet on paper. they're stuck in distilled- no, more like a redwine reduction- they're stuck in reduction mode. brief sketchy descriptions and confusing lines of dialogue. whee. james joyce would be laughing his head off if he could read them- he'd then say I have no call for mocking stream of consciousness. ah well.

look! Buffalo!

this is the buffalo I made mom drive past slowly while I leaned across her to get the picture. she made a few entertaining noises and then accelerated very quickly away when (she says) it looked at her funny.

apparantly she doesn't think the audi is buffalo-proof.

waha.

hm. I may have to change my standard set of random sayings. 'waha' now looks like it should have al- as a prefix, and it alone just looks funny. anyway.

I decided today was a poofy-shirt day, so I dug out my ren fest poofy white shirt and put it on.
bad idea. matt was the last one to wear it, so it smells like him. now I've gone all boy-mopy. siiigh.

did I mention that my secret pal rocked even though I disappeared right after and she couldn't get her last package to me (bad me, no biscuit) but that I did get it? a lovely the-only-good-language-is-a-dead-language tile and meditations for women who knit too much, which so far has been making me laugh just about every time I pick it up.

I have now knit the back of my recycled sari yarn sweatery thing. it's making my head hurt, because the first time I looked at it I went...no way is the front going to be the same as the back. my boobs are not fitting in that. and then I pinned it to a different sweater, and now I thing it might. but I'm also thinking that maybe it'll stretch funny and look weird and that I should play with the pattern anyway. bah. anyway, here it is.

just when you think it's safe...

...the internet finds a way to freak you the hell out. a reenactment:
so I'm bumming around the internet, just chilling and enjoying the fact that it's free and there's good coffee and it's washington state (woo!). I stumble across a mention of Felter's Grove and went...huh, it's like the band from high school, Fetters Grove. so I decide to google "Fetters Grove," not expecting a response, but (tada!) it pops up with a bio of a different band. I read, confused, and apparantly Blake has poof appeared with a band called Middle Rhythm Session in florida. woo! maybe they'll make it big and then I can wander around going "hey. I know that guy. I have pictures from a jam session in the school caf." and paparazzi will hound me begging for copies.
on second thought, maybe they should just stay successful in florida.

Hey! Knitting!
I started on a "sweater" in a lacy open pattern from Drops in a recycled sari yarn. I have now learned: do not make mistakes with recycled sari yarn. you will not be able to rip it back. ever. (that was on a crocheted project; it might be better with knit. then again I might just be delusional.)


Wristlets out of...um...gimme a minute...no, it's not going to come. my one experience of SWS, a cousin of Single Sock Syndrome. I finally got over it and gave them to Aunt Helen. pattern is out of my very own brain. still unsure of the wisdom of making wristlets out of this stuff- it's got a huge color repeat. in fact I'm not even sure it does repeat. oh well. they look nice together and they made all the counselors at sup sugoi hosu very jealous that I wouldn't knit them a pair. I would, but...not 11 pairs in one week. that approaches Dr Who Remix insanity. Wristlets go fast, but on iittle needles and when you're trying to make your bobbly lace pattern go one way on one hand and one way on the other...twitchy. mit thumbhole, although I think I'd do these again with a more substantial over-the-knuckle presence.


And now, cabley wristlets out of bamboo yarn (A.M.) from Michelle (I have too much fun on that website.) these were given to my no-longer-secret pal Suzie. Another pattern from my brain, although I have since learned that yes, maybe, row counters are a goood thing when working with a variable-thickness yarn. one of my repeats is a tad long and when I realized it I decided- nah. it's not going to be that visible, it'll be ok. (I was in the middle of binding off, ok? forgive the laziness.)
ok, so I should have fixed it. I know this. it gets to share in the shame of the Dr Who Remix.
what shame of the Dr Who Remix, you say? oh.

Behold my shame.

The Dr Who scarf, remixed. it's...well...you can see. I've progressed with seven bands of color since it was last posted (I think) but...I'm in the middle of one of the 57 rows of one color bits and it's just too depressing. the knitterly black hole, as it were (I got the Yarn Harlot's Meditations for People Who Knit Too Much from my secret pal). I also got a tile that says "the only good language is a dead language" in english and latin and has a list of dead languages in the background. glee!
Lars, I do swear that you will eventually have a scarf. ...you may be in the home, but...you'll have a scarf.

oh, and I learned, on our drive through the country, how to make my mother very twitchy and nervy. it's quite simple: ask her to drive slowly through a buffalo herd so I can take pictures of them out the window/sunroof. at the point illustrated below she decided I was insane and accelerated.

...um, for some reason blogger doesn't want to upload that picture. use your imagination.

I am now officially terrified.

sd card slot is apparantly recognizing itself now. yay.
opened a box of rice candy to celebrate.
looked - with a slight frisson of childish excitement- for the 'free children's sticker' inside.
extracted - with a slight frisson of terror- a statue of liberty tattoo.

is nothing sacred anymore? where is my cartoon car? my cuddly happycat sticker? the weird doodle-cartoon of a cat in a tutu driving a racecar? (don't laugh, I had it on a discman until it was stolen.)

...there is something wrong with my computer. it pops up a "windows- no disk there is no disk in the drive. please insert a disk into drive ." thing and if I click cancel it rebirths itself. same with try again and continue. gr.

watching Zilch the Torysteller- with an ASL interpreter. funniest. thing. ever.

oddness.

beginning the process of unpacking and getting my stuff organized so I can prepare for school in october. working on my travel arrangements now. creepyscary.

I'm in this whole little zone where little things have been making me twitchy- not escape from the small children twitchy, but the weird little heart-scrunch that you can't tell is a good thing or a bad thing. y'know? things like putting my key in the door of my parents' house in tacoma and feeling like it was mine and I'd leapt years in the future, checking the mail today as I wandered down the street to the starbuck's with my laptop (back from shop! gleee!) and feeling like everything was an overlay, an image projected onto a scrim to mask reality, lying awake last night before waking up to period-and-cramps-with-a-vengeance and it's just a weird day. weird. I don't want to be 23 yet. I think I want to be just buried in research- nice, safe, cuddly research- right now. I woke up crying a little because I was dreaming about our Jterm human dissection and anatomy class and that we got to meet our donors roger and nora and they got to tell us what was going on in their lives and how they'd come to the decision to give us such a gift. trying not to cry now.

damn reproductive biology and endocrinology.

aaand a troupe of four uniformed tweeners just walked into starbucks and holy crap did my brain do the special effect blurry time/space slide into japan. and then I blinked, and it was gone.

four o'clock is clearly the starbucks rush time in tacoma.

I'm worried about mom. there's a ton of work to be done in the house and it's enough that she's not gotten the chance to rest since...since ever, I guess. at least since this time last year. and I want to help but it seems like I can't, really. Dad's now a costco/ikeaholic, which is amusing.

Maybe I'll go for a bikeride tomorrow and everything will seem less...weird.

got to talk to matt last night, which was good. I got delegated into dinner because mom slashed her toe on the light table and dad was redoing my field dressing on her and so I was pretty distracted, which I feel bad about, but he said he'd call today maybe so that'll be good.

a beautiful puppy was keeping me company outside earlier. I want a puppy. well, dog. maybe I'll start a doginic- a clinic where you can come in and choose a dog from a variety of breeds and just play with it for an hour. or sit and just bury your hands in its fur for awhile. or romp and play "big 'dog' little dog" for awhile. there's a little house finch out there now eating some crumbs that the guy sitting by me spread out there earlier.

OH I got to blow glass in Coeur d'Alene on our last leg over here. curse my prediliction for attraction to expensive and equipment-intensive art. bronze casting? iron pouring? forgework? now glass? sigh. at least there's knitting, although that means I have to remember to start wearing gloves so I can look at pricetags before I touch things.

should probably grab coffee for road and papers and pack up and head home. when I can make my SD slot recognize cards I'll have a ton of lovely pictures to put up.

da da da daaaaa

my life is in my car.
my car is driving to tacoma.
my brain and sanity are lost somewhere along the road.
are we having fun yet?

spent a week with matt running around minneapolis. (yaaay)
pirates of the caribbean still rocks.
I didn't want to demand my 6 bucks back from Snakes on a Plane (every time I think of that title I get this image of CMOT Dibbler standing in a street saying "Snakes! Snakes onna Plane! Inna bun!" and I laugh, and avoid explaining to everyone around me why I'm chortling.) ...if you want to know, check out terry pratchett's discworld series.
yay for the zoo. hoorah for confusing silly little prairie dogs.
yay for sharks 3d at the imax.
yay for legoland at the mall. (drool drool salivate drool)
yay for the mpls sculpture garden.
slightly less yay for the walker, in its prissy ucky refusal to show minnesotan artwork.
yay for yarn. mmmm. yarn.
yay of absoluteness for the renaissance festival. twice. oh yeah. and yay for boy in kilt.

drove to moorhead.
drove to bismark. had a-maz-ing food at the east 40 chophouse.
drove to billings.
drove to spokane.
now we're going to drive east (for something different) and go to the coffeehouse/glassblower's shop in coeur d'alene and have coffee and blow glass. yep.

and then we'll drive to tacoma. yaaaay.

onagasaehyo!

aaaah. after wonderful week at the lake, I am back in the city staying at a friend's until I can wake up eaaaarly tomorrow and go pick up my fiance at the airport. early. guh. then maybe off to renfest. and get my fish from the wright's to teri/lisa. ovid gets to be pampered! hehe.
at the lake I have:
~read three books.
~knit and designed matt's hatt. it will be presented to him at the airport. if he doesn't react with the appropriate level of response, he IS being left at said airport.
~watched a season and a half of Coupling, a few episodes of McCallum, and two episodes of Slings and Arrows. (BBC overdose, what?)
~sewn the most cushy cuddly overgrown baby blanket ever (I have reaffirmed my hatred of slinky fabrics that defy decent pinning and speed of sewing. bah. retroactive thanks to my mum for apparantly-evil halloween costumes.)
~knit half of a scarf to be felted and embroidered with the very last tailings of the wristlet yarn.
~finally-FINALLY! mailed off package to said secret pal. hope she likes it.
~did a bunch of writing- albiet mostly in my head, but that's ok.
ok. time for sleep. the mullin's funny little baby ewok dog is barking at the wall- it's very entertaining. yay! tomorrow I get new glasses!

behold the power of....hm...

aaaaah. silence. brief silence- I have to go back to my cabin in...seven minutes.

I have now learned that korean candy is either really good (approaching hi-chew standards (yes, I know...blasphemy)) or scary beyond all reason. and if you freeze the little debbie analog graham cracker marshmallow confused s'more thing it's much better.

I picked up this customize your own mug thing. was very confused when all the "colored inserts" had bible passages on them until I read the fine print on the side. international christian outreachwhatsitthing- it's now been obliterated by the pictures (ranging from oytun to just a few days ago) on one side and comics on the other. yay.

i lied- my yarn is 197 yards. any suggestions now?

what is it about languages? I mean, seriously- I couldn't remember the katakana alphabet to save my life while I was actually taking japanese; why, then, does it insist on intruding and confusing my brain to no end when I'm trying to read/write in korean? gah. Murasaki stopped by for a visit and she and Min Chang were speaking japanese and then I got really confused.

once again, we have demonstrated that small drama queen girl plus "IknoweverythingduuuuuuhgoshIthoughteveryoneknewthat *flips hair*" equals complete and utter chaos. I hate living with the munchkins. just when I have no energy to fix things they start falling apart, and they're not yet old enough to understand that they don't have to be bestest best friends, and that's ok.

got cookies from my grandfather. mmm.

any suggestions for about 100yds of sportweight wool in a lovely grey/white/cream? I found a fun shawl pattern but it calls for 400 yards in a different weight.

onayusama! (my poor transliteration of 'hello'...I think)

so I have learned enough korean script to be able to read the fun little buttons that pop up (for example, blogger right now is in korean but for my blog's name and the little hints at the bottom telling me how to bold/italicize osv)...but only inasmuch as I can then speak, out loud, something I don't understand. ah well.

my computer is off in lala land. haven't yet called the company itself (that's next on my list) but so far, it's found the fifth dimension. wah.

I found the secret stash of hot cocoa. life is better.

finished northern lights wristlets. yaaay! broke one of my lantern moon dps. buhou. snif.

house? what house?

or, looked at it from a different perspective, brain? what brain?
yep. house has sold. we have to be gone by sept 1. matt's going to be in town from the 2nd to the 9th and I'm now back up at camp.

not much is different. lots of small cute kids running around. lots of not-english being spoken. however now when the computer bleeps at me it does so by bleeping and popping up a window all in korean script, at which point I blink at it and go...uh...click? so far it's been working out. oh, and I don't understand a word of Korean.

grad schools make my head hurt.

final touches of knitting happening on SP's box. muahaha. I don't know why I cackled evilly there; I don't have much of a brain right now.

got some amazing yarn to knit Tubey from Knitty.com with. ok. off to eat-

ta-dah

so I have returned to civilization (albiet briefly) and my house is an alien creature. it's now on the market and there's rented furniture and "appropriate linens" and did you know you're not allowed to have books in the house? there's only two rooms in the house right now that have books, and the basement really shouldn't count because they're arranged by color and not by subject and paperbacks are also not allowed. my room is the other room with books; not sure why.

if you've ever been to my house, you should be looking for the alien pod people by now.

and there are two huge bouquets of calla lilies as decoration. yep. calla lilies. one on the dining room table and one on the endtable in the living room. ...where's the funeral? oh wait, we're selling a house. my bad.

anyway. haven't updated in a while but have obviously survived the last insane week of camp. much hilarity and overtiredness and general camp-ness. managed to not finish any of the knitting projects I had brought along.

dr who? knit another three feet. yay, only eight more to go? ish?
shawly thing? knit a row, got horribly confused, consulted mom, forgot advice, set back in bag.
the saami shawl? got taken out, breathed the brief light of day, was banished because of complete nonportability. (apologies for the confused metaphor.)
shruggy thing? ignoring pattern; it says I should have 10.5 inches of pattern and 68 stitches across after a certain number of rows- I'm definitely not even to 68 stitches (I checked and it IS mathematically impossible) yet and I have way more than 10.5 inches. in progress; not quite to body yet.
started a pair of wristlets in a gorgeous blended wooly yarn in desperation because I needed to finish something. if i had a working computer I'd post a picture as proof that I can actually finish things.
crocheted another pair of slippers.

opened my package of funwithyarn goodness today. mmmm. off to knit.

whoooo...

funwithyarn update tonight! eeee! fun yarn and planting trees. mmmmm....

almost the end of free weekend. ah well. the kids are watching movies, I'm finishing cleaning our downstairs workroom, (and watching funwithyarn like a hawk), and in a few minutes I'll probably drive back into town because I forgot an s-video cable. again. sigh. nicely relaxing day, though, and clean clothes, which are always go.

mmm...funwithyarn. I don't think I should be allowed on this website. ok. time to get back into town.

finishing touches on secret pal mondo-package yay. guilt level is dropping.

tomorrow is fun with postage and errands! whee!

1. What is your favorite season?
fall, by all means.

2. Where is or would be your favorite place in the world to take a vacation?
whuf. at this moment, I'd love to head back to northern norway and chill on skoddevarre or raipas.

3. If you could have any job in the world and not worry about finances (everything would be taken care of), which means you'd be doing something you actually like, what would it be?
evig student (eternal student)- minus the requirements

4. What is your favorite project to knit or crochet?
wristlets, exploratory scarves or crocheting slippers

5. What is your favorite food - whether it be a main dish, dessert, snack, whatever?
pad thai or salmon onigiri

6. What is your favorite way to relax and unwind?
book, hammock, shade, slight breeze.

if you've got a few minutes you should head on over to skogfjorden.blogspot.com, because...well...you should.

and I have fought the computer again and failed. next step: hunt down an S-video cable. I don't know why they have to reformat my harddrive if all they have to do is replace an LCD screen...but...I do know that if I don't back it up, they will format it, and then I'd have to just go completely insane and then I'd never get weekend passes. sigh.

note: elsebet and dagmar are not allowed in barnes and noble together. ever.
at least without alarm clocks.

but now it's bedtime. happy first-day-of-married-bliss to Laila and TRB (tall redheaded boy, otherwise known as Dominic. they're so cute.)

whoooo overtired

proverbial good news and bad news:
I don't have to be at the badestrand (beach) for this week and maaaaybe for next week (if I can swing it), which is good, but relinquishing my control of the badestrand is difficult, especially when things aren't running efficiently but you don't want to say "well...I did it this way..." even though that way is better because that's not very polite nor condusive to happy relations.

8 year olds with power tools. oooh, man.
child: "why can't I use the saw?" (10 inch circular saw, that is)
me: "*cringe*....because I'm mean."
child: "oh. Why can't I use the drill on my own?"
me: "see previous statement."
child: *blink* "...what?"

I can't remember if I talked about my new fish or not. I got another fish because I fell in love with him and his coloring; a more typical goldfish body than ovid's (I think he was a fantail or an oranda) that was bright orange with a black dorsal stripe from his forehead to the tips of his caudal fin. I brought him home two weeks ago and named him Cicero, because he was sort of cranky and flourishy when he swam.

Cicero has succumbed to the triumvirate. he was fine, and then he was sitting on the bottom being very inactive. my book said he was either going to be fine because he just had indigestion or he was going to die of some obscure disease. I was hoping for the former, but...sånn er livet. at least he gets to stay at camp now.

my secret pal rocks. she sent me yarn and coffee and chocolate, which as far as I'm concerned are the fundamental building blocks of life. forget carbon and oxygen and all that jazz. the temptation to not finish the Dr Who behemoth (7.5 feet now!) is rising almost faster than I can beat it back; especially with fun new yarn to play with and weaving stuff that is sitting in a box calling to me and that I'm only holding back because I never have time to set it up. it always comes down to sleep or setup. sleep or setup. sleep pretty much always wins because sleep is...sleep. and speaking of which...that's where I'm headed.

natta.

waha.

so we're mildly obsessed right now with Raske Menn's "worlds history in 5 minutes" and it has inspired me to update in its style.

I love my cabin. my girls are great. yaaaaay! (hou)
even though the evening program last night was way hectic and stressful the kids loved it. yaaaay (slightly buhou)
taekwondo really does help your life perspective. (hou)
the best activity plans always come just late enough at night that you think you can do it and still get to bed at a decent hour...but then take 2 hours to do. (both hou and buhou)
murphy's law hates me. I left my laptop sitting on the table in our staff lounge; realized that it was in the lounge as I was crawling into bed and it was raining and uck so I decided it'll be ok. it'll survive. got to the staff lounge this morning and it was sitting on the couch. I grumble- soft surface plus heat equals bad- and set it on the table. I decide to check my email quickly (I've got a few minutes before breakfast) and open the screen.

*pause for dramatic effect, supply your own sound effects/music*

the LCD screen is cracked and broken. dead. kaput. one of two things happened;
(my usb port is on the left side; I don't have a lefty mouse so I put the mouse across the top of my keyboard to use it on the right. I have a retracty travel mouse, so there's a hard little plasticky thing midway through the cord.)

A)someone decided to close the laptop and move it to the couch as they washed the table and decided to close it all the way despite the resistence of the hard plasticky thing

B) someone decided to close the laptop and move it to the couch as they washed the table and then proceeded to sit on it absentmindedly.

regardless. I'm mostly over the pain now, more into the pain of "don't think warranty covers/ not sure if insurance still exists/ ohgodthisisgoingtobepainfully'spensive..."

but. Oyvind is here, which is definitely a yaaaaaaaay. (definitely hou.)
my goal is to have the DR who scarf done by end of next month. this month, I mean.

mom's getting me a package of fun happy weaving stuff. yay!

definitely buhou.

ok, first I must apologize to my SP because I have been horribly lax in updating this and in thanking for the postcard. in my defense...this past session has been hell. suffice it to say that we had 14 girls between the ages of 8 and 11 all with the attention span of a drunken moth with ADHD for 2 weeks. but it wiiilllll be better, because I have purchased a hammock.

That's right. Ei hengekøya. ei? eller er det en? vet'ka.

curse my latte. tastes so good but makes not sleepy and reaaaally should sleep.

but yaaaay elsebet's here so I'm not the only lifeguard and I finally might get to do stuff that I really want to do as opposed to stuff that I like to do but not constantly.

and yaaaay I have a new fish. his name is (for now, anyway) cicero. I think it's going to stick. It's sort of a ridiculous name for such a small fish (I think he'll ultimately prove himself to be an oranda because his forehead is all bubbly although the label on the tank said fantail comet, so I'm not sure) but that's what makes it perfect, because marcus tullius cicero is sort of ridiculous. y'know? so now I've got ovid and cicero, although for now cicero might be ibsen since that's the theme of camp this year.

have laid aside the confusing shruggy shawly thing for now and am plodding away at the Dr Who scarf remixed. hopefully done by end of this two week session. inshallah.

arg I just remembered that while I moved all my stuff out of stavanger and into molde I neglected to unpack it and all that jazz. buhou. buuuuhouuu.

I don't understand how june bugs survive all this suicidal divebombing of screens and walls. bzzzzzzzzzuzzzzzzzzuzzzzTHUDstaggerstaggerbzzzzz...bizarre.

bought an amazing coffeecup at the bemidji craft faire today. it's very pretty. and huge. huuuge. and Lars and I saw the best sticker ever on a stop sign today. I'll post the picture of that and the tree named Jenn tomorrow if I get a chance.

here's an amusing thing: my list of stuff from my last posting.
a: move into a different cabin
b: finish putting my beach together.
c: repaint the sign.
d: sleeeeeeeep
e: get my 'hooray you graduated from college' drink from my not-boss
f: sleeeeeeep
g: plan for what will be essentially 7 hours of activities about viking archaeology.
h: recharge for the next round, which begins on monday.

soooo...in 2 weeks; a, b, d, f, and h were accomplished. g was sort of accomplished. I've actually now accomplished 'a' twice by moving back into molde.
so list for these weeks?
a: repaint the sign
b: not go crazy
c: reformat movie to put on website
d: organize extreneous crap for eventual removal
e: get my run-pilates workout schedule going
f: plan g again.
I'm sure there's more but that's enough for now.

I think I should drag myself off to bed. the coffee's wearing off, my sentence structure is starting to get odd and the languages are warring in my head and I'm not quite done with cleaning out my cubby and restoring some semblance of order before chaos descends again and I still have to make my bed. yep. breakfast tomorrow morning (this morning) at 9. woo...

hou? bu hoooooouuuuu!

done with first session!

whoooooooof. now it's on to the weekend, where it's time to
a: move into a different cabin (hooray! no living with the babies! I love them, they're cute, they're koselig, but...when they wake you up four times in one night (including once at 5am) because they're homesick...it's not good for the bloodpressure.)
b: finish putting my beach together.
c: repaint the sign. (lifegaurd? guess I should have proofread the girls' english more than the norwegian...)
d: sleeeeeeeep
e: get my 'hooray you graduated from college' drink from my not-boss
f: sleeeeeeep
g: plan for what will be essentially 7 hours of activities about viking archaeology.
h: recharge for the next round, which begins on monday.

whee!
am confused about this shawly-shruggy pattern thing that I'm knitting. it says I should have 68 stitches after increasing 2 stitches per row over 21 rows after starting with 40 stitches. at this point I should have 10.5 inches of knitting.
it's not working either in my head or on my needles. eh. can't think about it at this point.

so my secret pal rocks my world. I think I sat and stared at my little book of michaelangelo sculptures for a long time slowly drooling before getting to the point when the brain goes "wait...that's...that's the dorsal radial vein...in marble...fzzzt"

talked to the boy today. i miss the boy.

ok. am tired. must sleep.

back to civilization. sort of.

wa-ha. I have returned. (that's return-ed, not returned. my sense of drama demands it.) moved my stuff into my cabin (mostly)
planned for my language classes (sort of)
gotten a new fishtank for ovid (who is now named ovid ibsen) that probably won't be used until next weekend but who knows, we'll see...
and will shortly be putting out the lines for the beach. whee.

tomorrow the kids come and then whooooo we're off on a wild world of norwegian fun. I made a bouquet of roses for the kids in my cabin. once the world settles back into its routine I will be posting more frequently, although my english will probably fail miserably.