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Blue Bracelet
I had coffee with my first fiance last week. After years of poking each other on Facebook and following the major public events in each others' lives, the stars aligned in such a way that he would be passing through my town when I had a day off. Nearly 26 years to the day after I awoke beside him in a small apartment outside of Stockholm and ( Read more... ) -
Credit?
Does anyone know of a good, preferably online, service for running credit checks on Brittish companies? It's a work thing -
A new day
Things finally seem to be turning around for me. I found an apartment a couple of weeks ago, but it looked like I would be homeless for a month before being able to move in. This caused me know and of sleepless nights and anxiety ( Read more... ) -
White pills and coffee spoons
T.S. Eliot 'a Prufrock measured out his life in coffee spoons; I shall measure out mine in little white pills.
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Heat wave
This was our eighth straight day of learning-to-swim weather. The girls are at my in-laws all day every day, only returning home to sleep occasionally. My childhood memories of summer are all country clubs, beaches and boredom, but I suppose theirs will be iPads and swimming pools.
I ran a low-grade fever all week until tonight: After taking a dip ( Read more... ) -
This is me
This is me starting to consider moving on. This is me sitting on the couch, warm July afternoon, not waiting. My children are at my in-laws house swimming I am not waiting for them to return home. I am moving on.
This is me not thinking about the years I've spent kicking a dead horse. This is me,
newly graduated from the school of broken marriage, ( Read more... ) -
Waiting for Jesus to die
When I was growing up, Good Friday was all about waiting. Although it was never said out loud, it was a given that we should we should not expect to be allowed to ask friend over or go anywhere. As long as we lived in California, I would just go outside and play, but once we had to move to Sweden, boredom set in.
Until my grandfather died, Easter ( Read more... ) -
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Is there such a thing as a perfect spring? Most of us here on LJ have seen more than our share of death and destruction and misery in March and April. The Swedish poet Karen Boye wrote that "Does it not hurt when buds burst?" It does hurt. For some, waiting for those buds to open up, to bloom is too excruciating, too much. But - dare I say it? - ( Read more... ) -
After Before Midnight
I just saw Before Midnight, a movie I've been putting off seeing for awhile because I suspected it would cut close to home. And yes it did. I cried my eyes out, but I'm glad I saw it. Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy have developed such a natural rapport over the years and it is obvious how much more they were able to improvise the dialog now. They make ( Read more... ) -
The internship, week 1
In case you missed it, I'm doing an internship for my project management course with Save the Children's local chapter this spring. I started Monday and this week hasn't been what I expected, but it would be a shame to call it bad. On my first day, we had trouble with the logistics surrounding keys, phone, etc. On day two I set about putting out ( Read more... )