Monday, July 28, 2008

Coquetteries with a fan

Bodil - my flamboyant doll-up daughter - bought a fan in France. One of those fancy-spanish-lady-things.

She brought it to a restaurant one night on our vacation... and we got a lesson in flirting-with-fan, even though it slid into pure giggles and fun. Which will show in the following series of pictures.

"Gee ... it's really warm here ... for a fragile little creature like me..."

"Coquettish? Me?? Nooooo .... you make me shy... "

"Mom, there is room for you here too!"

"Yes ... Kristian, hold it still, right there ... Bruno, dont glare over the top of the fan..."

Sigh... it was a great vacation...

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Saturday morning mood

Saturday morning.

Bakery bread.

Sun on my porch.

The handsome man sitting across from mig. Chatting over the newspaper and bread.
The sun on my left shoulder, on my cheek.

Saturday morning. The forecast is sunny.

Woke up by myself around eight, no alarm clock. Looked at the man sleeping next to me for a while, as my heart got soft. Didn't touch him, though - he was sleeping so sweetly.

Life is good. I dedicate today to enjoy it.


I held a baby the other day.

One of my colleagues had brough this downy, little, milkscented creature, produced by him and his wife - and her just as button-cute big brother of 2 years age.

They are indisputably cute, such little critters. And I actually DO remember when my kids were small and soft. There was nothing in the world softer than Andreas, when he just woke up in the morning (very frequently in my bed) and put his pudgy little arms around my neck.


And Bodil - my pretty baby with dark hair and a mind of her own. She was so dear - well, actually she still is :-)


My baby, Kristian, can be a bit hard to keep up with. Before I know it, he is a big boy. He was a slightly built boy, with huge dark eyes, and the one that started talking late. He has certainly caught up with the talking.


Nope. They are not very small these days. But I love them at least as much as I did then :-)

Little kids are heartwrenchingly cute. They have to be, because they are completely helpless - and the cuteness is natures way of making sure we care for them. My kids are not helpless any more, and perhaps not cute in the way of little babies. But they are mine, and I am proud.

I just know my colleague and his wife has a lot of fun to come - to me, there is nothing greater than experiencing those downy little kids growing into real people, with a personality, and opinions and ways of doing things that their parents hadn't imagined at all.

And there IS an indisputable charm in NOT being awakened at night, becouse someone is hungry/lost the pacifier/had a nightmare/has wet the diaper etc etc....

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Amalia Rodrigues sang fado

If you can handle a beautiful vocal experience - one, not likely to be heard on your radio playing hits in the background - then listen here.

Sigh, heart - don't break ... what a voice ...

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Is it okay just to close up a town for the summer?

What is happening to my town??

These days I am realizing that Fredericia is really not a tourist magnet ... difficult to understand.

The other evening Bruno and I went for a walk in town, and there were REALLY a lot of restaurants and smaller stores, that had big signs saying VACATION - CLOSED in the window.

Yesterday we came home from Øster Hurup - with a dire need for lunch and rest (and nursing a slight red wine poisoning) - and we realized our bread was moldy.
So I wanted to pop down to the baker on Vesterbrogade - it takes 2 minutes from here.
The first strange thing that happened, was a strange lack of cars parked in no parking zones on the corner of Fasanvej and Luthersvej. Well of course - Lucullus, our local smorgåsbord-expert, were on VACATION - CLOSED.

I walked happily on nonetheless, headed for the bakery. But as I reached the shop windows, they appeared void of raspberry shortcakes, cocks breasts (really - it's the name of a cake!) and mayors bread. There was, of course - VACATION - CLOSED.

Fortunately I could cross the street and get my bread at Netto, the supermarket on the corner of Indre Ringvej.

But what's the deal with Fredericia?? You can't just close the entire town up for vacation? Maybe I should call Uffe...

Monday, July 14, 2008

Short resume of France vacation...

Great treks with wonderful views...


Resting on the way .. also with great views, as well as happy kids...


Grand nature ... here it's mrs. Hausgaard overlooking Point Sublime...


Wild animals ... Bodils snake, which according to her camp-friend Thomas' dad was rather poisonous...


It was a great vacation, and more about it later. Today we go to not quite as exotic northern jutland - we are visiting my sister in Øster Hurup, bearing red wine, tent wagon and a good mood!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Which tarot-card am I?

Perhaps a bit bizarre for a completely non-superstitious person as me to take a test showing which tarot card I am. But ... it's a bit fun, isn't it? Seen at Robertas site.

And ... tadaaaa... for once a test delivers html, that you don't have to tamper with to make it work!

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Home sweet home!

There is no place like home, when you have been away on vacation.

We are back at Fasanvej after a lovely vacation in Castellane - and we have one more week of off-time on our hands.

It will be used on this and that - first and foremost a huge mound of dirty clothes that clotter my washing room.

In the meantime, I can inform you of the following:

* it actually gets rather COLD at night in the alps ... one morning we measured just 11 degrees celcium.

* you can make "burning camping love* - out of powder mashed potatoes, onions, garlic and the local chorizo.

* my daughter is too cute. She attracts camping teen-boys, little kids and grown men, who comment on her unique style (to me, at least), or sprinkle fountain-water down her back.

* there are snakes in Provence. And some of them are allegedly poisonous.

* when you ask a french person "Parlez-vous anglais?" and they reply "A leeetle", you have just been presented with their complete vocabulary.

* coffee in France come in very tiny cups, and you can remove paint with it. But it is drinkable if you add sugar.

To be followed by pictures. When I feel like it :-)