Drip drip drop

Rain, rain, and even more rain.  Truly, I don’t remember such stereotypical dark & dreary autumn weather hitting us like this in a very long while.  This time last year, the sun was shining and the grass was still green and soft.  Now, there are mud patches everywhere, rivers of water through the streets, and gale winds almost every day and night.  Dryness is a rare and distant concept.  I bless my thick socks and numerous articles of wool clothing, and try to keep the chill out of my bones.

Only a week ago, we had orange and yellow leaves! If there is any color left in this world by the time this rain ends, my guess is that it will all be in the brown-to-dirt range.  Isn’t there a scene in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban where the Whomping Willow shakes off a single leaf, and then the whole foliage suddenly drops to the ground, leaving a naked and shivering tree?  It’s just like that.

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Trysil & Røros

 

All pictures are mine, and not for public use.

Writing a nonsensical and fairly useless post to show that I am indeed alive and have not abandoned this site completely, contrary to numerous evidence hinting otherwise.  Will try to write up some new updates;  May fail even at this.

Ctrl+V Update

I am doing well enough.

Just got back inside from my morning sunrise picture escapade with fingers so frozen I used hot water to warm them AND BOY SHOULD I HAVE NOT DONE THAT.  Sometimes I tend to forget the hard lessons learned in childhood. Pro tip: When you’re really cold, be careful with warming up too quick. It is incredibly painful, and can be harmful in extreme cases. The pain is usually enough of a deterrent, tbh.

 

I am very hungry. Decided that I would try to make oatmeal for breakfast today… if I can remember how, beyond the very basics.

Late nights, again

I turned my hours back around yesterday (to a more beneficial sleeping schedule, that is), or so I thought. Even after a long and very hard day of work (carrying a lot of heavy things from 1 to 10 pm with nary a break), I went to bed around midningt, STILL unable to fall asleep before 3.  And I`m still very much awake tonight. So, I`m up reading. It’s not the best choice, but rather that than the tiny panic attacks that sometimes follow sleepless nights.

Past midnight

Sometimes, I would give anything to be able to cast a temporary Silencing Hex on people outside. Like, most of the time. Right now, for instance.  Shut up, neighbours! It’s past midnight!  I have some issues with sleeping (and basically living normally) when I hear something (people-related) outside, and weekends are the absolute worst.  When I was home alone all last week, I slept at grandma’s place during the weekend, and it was so great; Only the wind in the trees, some birds now and then, and constant waves crashing in on the shore.  No people stumbling drunkenly through the street, no cars stopping outside at 4 AM.  This weekend, I`m unexpectedly home alone again.  The only good thing is the drizzling rain, which makes most party people loath to walk outside. But those darn neighbours are more active than even I am during the night, with their 8+ noisy cars and weird night jobs.  And talking.

Day 8: Poinsettia

POINSETTIA:  Favorite holiday dish?

A:  Pinnekjøtt.

I have no idea what it is in English and I am too lazy to check right now.