Nå, det med kørekortet var en sidebemærkning. Det har været
overskyet og gråt nu I noget, der føles som flere uafbrudte uger, men I forgårs
var solen fremme I hele 10 minutter og det var forbavsende så meget pænere
alting blev. Det bedste af det hele var, at I præcis de 10 minutter var jeg på
cyklen på den sidste km ud til arbejde, og kunne derfor stå ved cykelstativerne
og lappe det I mig. Tirsdag blev en god dag.
Michigan is
gray! As in Danish November gray (it takes to have lived in Denmark to
understand how gray that is). It is an el Nino year and the temperature is
considerably higher than the usual - and I do NOT complain about that - especially
with the driver’s license still freshly under my belt. The thought of having to
drive in ice and snow still haunts me. Yikes. My fear of driving is slowly
improving though. Yesterday I went to pick up Teresa from basketball. In late
rush hour, rain, and darkness and yet nothing bad happened. I even got the car
thrown into the assigned covered parking spot with poles in the first attempt. Say whaaaaat!
Well, back to the point. It's been cloudy and gray now in something that feels like several continuous weeks, but Tuesday the sun was out for a total of 10 minutes and it was amazingly how much nicer everything looked. Best of all this happened in those exact 10 minutes where I was biking the last ½ mile to work and I got to soak it all up right there at the bike rack in front of the University. Tuesday was a good day.
Det er ikke nogen hemmelighed at bloggen her ligger lidt
stille, men den der hverdag…… den har det med at sluge alle døgnets vågne
timer. Og hvor jeg før kunne snige mig til at sidde om aftenen, så er der nu
hund, der skal luftes og store børn, der går I seng senere og senere (især
nogen på 13. Hrmpf. Men nogen på 13 kan til gengæld sove helt til kl 1 I weekenden.
Dobbelt hrmpf). Men egentlig er det ikke helt skidt at bruge noget tid om
aftenen på frisk luft og børn, der nu elsker at gå ture fordi der er et dyr I en
grøn sele 1 meter foran.
It is no secret
that this blog is a more quiet than intended, but these “everyday days”...... they
tend to swallow everything. Previously I have been able to sneak the computer out at
night, but with dog walks and kids, that stay up late as well (especially a
certain 13 year old. Hrmpf. And that certain 13 year old then sleeps in till
about 1PM on the weekends. Double hrmpf). But really it's not bad at all to
spend some time in the evening to fresh air with children who now love to go
for walks because there is an animal in a green leash a few feet ahead.
I søndags var der børne jule gudstjeneste I kirken og I år,
var det Luca, der fik lov til at være på de skrå brædder. Jeg er med oppe til søndagsskolen
og har derfor set ungerne øve og øve og øve. Og jeg må da sige at det gik
forbavsende godt. Især efter de havde prøvet det nede I selve kirken og ikke
kun skulle forestille sig rummet helt Dogville style med tape på gulvet. De fik
også lov til at spille med de såkaldte “hand chimes” (se mere om dem her), hvilket
også gik forbavsende godt, omend Luca var noget fortørnet over at være blevet bedt om at huske at synge med, når han
stod helt skeløjet af koncentration over at huske kun at bruge sin hand chime på
præcis de rigtige steder I sangen.
Her er han så – den utroligt nuttede soldat til højre for
Kong Herodes:
This Sunday it
was the annual children's Christmas play and service in our church and this
year we had Luca on stage. I am with the kids Sunday School usually and I have
seen the kid’s rehearsals over and over and over. And I must say that it went
suprisingly well. Especially after they had tried it downstairs in the church
itself and not only had to imagine the room “Dogville style” with tape on the
floor. They were also allowed to play with the so-called "hand chimes"
(see more about them here), which also went amazingly well, albeit Luca was quite upset
about being asked to remember to sing along when he was completely crosseyed
concentrating on remembering to use his hand chime at the exact right time in
the song.
Here he is -
the incredibly cute soldier to the right of King Herod:
I mogen er det fredag = juleferie = den årlige jule
komsammen med mit laboratorie. Jeg har igen I år diktatorisk indført, at der
SKAL være dansk pakkeleg, og det er ret underholdende at forklare det til dem,
der ikke var med sidste år. Især den del med at man skal sætte en ære I at
snyde og stjæle, samt at nogen går hjem med flere pakker end andre – gisp!
Men først er der lige en tandlægetid, der skal overstås. Det
er ikke venlige tanker, jeg sender tandlæge Bjarke på Vesterbrogade, som jeg
havde “fornøjelsen” at stifte bekendtskab med, da jeg var I 20’erne. Han ødelagde
desværre en stor del af mine tænder med dårligt udførte og alt for store sølvlpomber
og I dag afgår den første tand så ved døden. Det har jeg det noget stramt med,
især fordi implantater er så afsindigt dyre. Men tandlægen har lovet at han sætter
et stykke knogle op, så det hele ikke rykker sig og når jeg så en gang er multimillionær
er den helt klar til et implantat. Hurra eller noget
Tomorrow it is Friday
= schools out for the Christmas holidays = annual Christmas get-together with
my laboratory. Just as last year I have (in a slightly dictatorial manner) forced
my colleagues to participate in the infamous Danish gift exchange game, and
it's pretty entertaining to explain the rules to those who were not there last
year. Especially the part with participants taking pride in cheating and
stealing, and the horrifying truth that the worst scums might leave with more
than one gift, while others have none – gasp!
But until then
there is a dentist appointment to deal with. It is not kind thoughts, I send to
Bjarke the dentist in Copenhagen, who I had the "pleasure" to visit
regularly with when I was in my 20’s. He destroyed many of my teeth with poorly
executed and excessive large silver fillings and today will mark the absolute
death of my first tooth from that era. Not something I look forward to at all.
Especially since implants are insanely expensive. But the dentist has promised
that he inserts a piece of bone so the remaining teeth stay in place, and when
I once become a millionaire I can have an implant without much further ado. Yay…..
or whatever
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