Thought I'd teach you to read Norwegian.Here's yesterday's paper. Vind & vaer means wind and weather. You can see from the numbers 5,9,8; meaning Celsius degrees that it's still pretty cool. Left you can read why people and plants still can thrive this long north.Sola opp, means sun up at 05.08 in the morning. Sola ned, means sun down at 22.04= 10.04 P.M. We now have 17 hours of daylight, and have yet more than a moth to go till midsummer."Oh, Mamma, isn't life wonderful!" Serina 4 years old used to say.
Much of our work, being early retired, is the role of a patient. Both Gunar and I have two physiotherapists we visit once a week.This morning we had the privilege to be treated by Annett Henriksen, daughter of Turid, very skilled at her specialty, the Rosen method.
Annett in fact has 7 1/2 years of education to gain the level where she can call herself a Rosen therapist specialist. Both Gunar and I feel privileged to receive treatment by her. Somehow she manages to melt away muscle tensions and knots, so the whole body feels revitalized. And there's no hard rubbing, she barely touches the skin, softly, softly.
She's a good sport as well. She put on Miss Apron with a big smile, and had no objections at all.
She even let Miss Apron have her turn on the bench.Lately Miss Apron has become a bit childish; she will absolutely take part in all activities where I am. Not very different from when Serina was a child. Serina (3)once had to wait in the waiting room, equipped with crayons, color-books, food and juice. She was not amused as the therapist shut the door. She started crying, roaring like a lion. A lady entered the room, "Little friend,are you angry?" I'm not angry, I am firing furious," my sweet heart answered.We all burst out in laughter. Curtains.You see, I cannot risk that once more.
The first forget-me-nots are blooming. Vergissmeinnichts in German. Aren't they lovely?...
Miss Apron lurked after me when I did some weeding in the garden. That is, she climbed and swing over the railing, and very much annoyed the roses.Those Lady fight back with every thorn they've got, Miss Apron sure learned that lesson today. Tomorrow we've got to go out again. The last working day before May 17th. Any Norwegian with the tiniest self respect groom the garden, the lawn, the driveway to honor our Independence Day. And only heathens work on a Sunday.Who are we to break the unwritten rules?
As a comfort for loosing her battle with the roses, I had to let Miss Apron have a go on my special garden swing. Gunnar made it for me some years ago, first not sure if I meant really business,wishing for I child's toy.I sure did!We also played with some of the seashell we gathered at Espen's beach yesterday. Wow, the man even has oysters at his beach!! To the right you can see some of the ramsons - rams leek- we are having for dinner every day. In a month there will be flowers and seeds. Just tell me, if any of you want to give it a try.
Later on I had an appointment with my hairdresser and some groceries to by. Miss Apron stayed home. She preferred to play with Gunnar.Vise choice.Can anyone understand why people go bananas before a holiday. One more free day than ordinary, and there's a traffic and hamstring as if a war were right around the corner.
Time to take a look over my bunad,do some ironing, pressing and silver polishing. Oh, I must not forget the flags! Where has that Miss Apron hidden? She needs to meet the iron too.
P.S. It's already Saturday in Norway.
