My grandma told me a story a couple of years back, of how they got snowed in where they lived before. Grandpa had to leave for work by climbing out the second floor window and ski to town. The snow reached second floor in height.  I don’t remember for sure if this second part was the same winter, but grandma needed milk for her little baby (my father), and so left him sleeping in the cradle and hastily skiied to town and back to bring the milk, since the milk man couldn’t come.

Their elderly neighbour perished from cold while shoveling snow.


Jeg har ihjel-stekt noen grønnsaker av typen “ymse kål”, kombinert med bittelitt kjøttdeig jeg hadde liggende, chili-powder for days, og brukt denne som basis for tre dagers måltid. Først som pizza-fyll (med masse ost, og tomat- + paprikapure), idag som det samme, men med knekkebrød istedenfor pizzabunn. Tror også jeg lagde litt makaroni igår, og blanda tomat- og paprikasausen med dem. Grønt på toppen. Det så ærlig talt ganske fult ut, men smakte jättegott.



I’ve been watching TED talks about “how to interract with Norwegians” and I`ve actually learned so much.  About myself, but mostly about things that I find hard to explain to other people. Social interraction is a whole other language, and it varies all over the world. Less easy to explain than spoken language, but still important.


2017 skal jeg prøve å gjøre til det året da jeg brukte de kreftene jeg har på å få til noe. Anything.  Jeg leter fremdeles etter et godt ord å oversette “spite” til, som passer med hvordan jeg gjør mitt beste på å motivere meg selv til å få til noe “out of spite”.  Det nærmeste jeg kommer er “å gjøre det på pur faen”.  Så langt har det fungert ca 6 av 10 ganger, hvilket er langt bedre enn tidligere.

Alt er bedre enn äckliga 2016, men jeg håper ærlig talt at all gørra som har bygd seg opp nå kan brukes til noe litt bedre og langt mer produktivt.

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.


Trysil & Røros


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