Thursday, February 28, 2008

Interim report

Reading week was spent with my family in Onsala. I'm back now, and I miss the humid air. All of a sudden it's hard to wear contacts and my lips became chapped in an instant. Photos will come, but first, let me give out a warning to potential travelers: On the list of airports to avoid, add O'Hare after Heathrow. O'Hare doesn't have the high taxes and fees of Heathrow, BUT, they cancel flights on a whim, and blame it on the weather. This problem is most likely less if you travel to an important destination, in heavier planes. Winnipeggers however, risk facing endless waiting at the airport, standby flights or detours, and of course bags will take at least 2 days extra to arrive. In my case, I got to greet my poor cheese yesterday evening. Luckily it seemed to have taken no damage, and I enjoyed some Hushållsost on knäckebröd for breakfast. Aaaaah...

Saturday, February 02, 2008

cross country skiing

I just turned into a Canadian. Or even into a *real* Swede. For the first time in my life, I've been skiing. And - I really liked it! Best were the falls when in a penguin-like manner striding up the slopes (and since we're in Winnipeg, it's safe to say that the incline of said slopes were not in any way intimidating...). My friend Lindsay is an excellent teacher, and I am happy she had a good time too. Luckily (?), there are no photos of my falling technique (although, according to L, I was falling the least amounts compared to the others she has been teaching), since my camera is still broken. I have given in after a serious attempt to fix it, which rendered it even more broken, and decided to buy a new camera. It's fun doing research on which one to buy (I'm trying to apply that kind of fun to the research I really should have been doing at the time), and I think I found the one. I still have to find some time to buy it though. But next time, there will be photos. Meanwhile, here's my latest webalbum. It was made while enjoying the vilest flu I've had ever since I was little (still working on a cough from it), so the photo comments aren't entirely coherent or informative either for that matter. I can't wait for having the new camera, I feel somewhat crippled without one.

In other news, I watched the funeral of President Hinckley today on my trusty Ibook (D's new Dell that has been working wonderfully the 2 weeks he's had it, is starting to show the backsides of its flashy microsoft equipment, and refuses to connect to my wlan... pc:s...). It was a beautiful event, and the Tabernacle choir sang something in the middle of it making all the hairs on my body stand straight up, but I don't know what it was. GBH has been the prophet ever since I became a member, and there are loads of quotes in my diaries of things he has said. He came to Sweden for our stake conference once, when he was a counsellor in the first presidency (before I was a member), and hearing him talk then, gave a huge impact on my life after. What I remember most was the sweet things he said about his wife, and how it choked up my then bishop who was translating for him. It was so simple and so fundamental, and I remember thinking that he would make the greatest prophet. Which he did... (and he always reminded me a bit of Yoda!)