holidays!

How incredibly accurate...
Here's a Christmas greeting to all my faithful readers... ;)

Christmas day bike ride in the sunset (Onsala).

From the mouths of children...

Just had lunch after having helped out with some caroling at a mission downtown. One of my friends brought her two young boys, which was a lot of fun. While eating and talking, the 4 year old asked me where my mom is. I told him she is far away, in another country. "But..", he said, a bit upset about this thought, "You're just a baby!!!". Yup. Something to remember if I feel old any time soon!
I also got birdsitters for the hobbits, a family that has 14 birds already. Sweet. Just a few days to go now, and right NOW I have to finish a report. I am so intenesly annoyed with that report. It took me months to figure out how to do what I needed to do, and in the end it was just a week's worth of work. Grrr. Soon to be but a memory though, in 5 days I'm off. Also time to buy some milk and make an äggost for the faculty Christmas potluck tomorrow. Yum.

Monday...

2 weeks left. PILES of labreports to grade. Papers to write, masses to model, birdseeds to buy. -18 outside, sunny and pretty. Need clean apartment. TAing tonight (expect gangrene in my feet after that, eek). Life is good... :) (well except for the possibility of future footlessness of course).

Recent dreams: 2 nights ago, I dreamt I was part of the Lost team. Some alterations from the original series occured though. For instance, we got off the island, and ended up in some unknown city (!). We ate food at a restaurant. Some of the crew were friends from my church (Kevin, etc). I realised that someone wanted to kill me (noone in the crew; as opposed to the actual tv-series, they were all very nice and cooperating) by elaborate means - trying to kidnap me while we were being guided around some castle, trying to run me over while I was walking down a street. The reason to the killings was that I in fact was a secret agent. I got my instructions, soon after the second attempt on my life. Q (which usually is M, although called Q in this dream, and it was actually brother Mears...) provided me with a pair of turqoise boots, high-heeled, inside which I had secret hiding places for messages. They were also never-fail boots for kicking any person wanting to kill me. I was supposed to go to a certain party (the kind where lots of gamblers and mafia-people meet), sneak in, rendez-vous with some person, get a secret message, kick down any killer, and report to Q. I also found myself wearing this amazingly turquoise full-length ballroom dress. All prospects of being able to perform this task without being noticed too much, were kind of minimized at that point. But that didn't matter. Those boots were just to die for. Sadly I woke up before anything else happened.

Last night was more obscure - medieval times, travelling down to a lake, and the village there. Sleeping at a taverna a la Lord of the rings, everyone crammed into one big room (men on one side of the fireplace, women on the other). Meeting with some people (the taverna owner, plus a prince of some sort) and making up elaborate plans for the following days tournament games. Secretly, since there of course were crooks involved one way or another as well. And then the telephone rang and woke me up.

Who needs books? Only sad part is I never get to see what happens next!