Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
There is all sorts of wet wood beneath the classy looking pallets. We were nearly smoked out of the park, until they dumped several liters of gasoline on the mess. Julian had a very fun time. Somehow, it managed not to rain. The sun even made an appearance.
Lise purchased four lottery tickets from the Lion's Club and won two prizes. This is simply amazing luck. On May 17th I believe we had a hundred losing tickets. Julian picked out a European Championship "football" that was picked up in Austria last week. Lise grabbed a backpack.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I am amazed at all the commuters on bikes--- and how crazy things are with all the buses and taxis. I will try to take a few photos, but with this work thing, who knows.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
It was quite surreal watching Julian's grocery selection today. Random does not even begin to describe it. Grapes were OK--- he likes grapes. But four bags of mashed potatoes? A pre-mixed salad? Endless bags of peanuts? And worst of all, he kept pulling my beer out of his basket.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Next week I work in London. I am not thrilled about that, but it could be worse. At least I am close to home. The first time I visited, I thought London was one of the coolest cities I have been to. After several trips, my attitude is "not again." I should have a good time, though. We will be with a Argentinian colleague. By default, English will be the primary language.
I have been biking daily, trying to get back in the swing of things. Yesterday I encountered an odd situation. I was biking along the E39 on the way to Figgjo. I believe it may be illegal to bike on the highway there, but I am not sure. I was on a multi-use path when I saw all sorts of mountain bikers. I then noticed they had race numbers on their jerseys. I thought they may have been carried over from the North Sea race which is around this time of the year. These bikers were riding like maniacs-- on a path shared with children, pedestrians, etc. I was caught up in a bunch of them, and as I had to slow due to heavy bike traffic, some bozo passes and almost takes me wheel out. I was a bit angry, so I passed the entire lot of them after we cleared an underpass. It was smooth sailing, biking alone. It wasn't until I hit Figgjo that I noticed it was the Jadarhusrittet. It must be a semi-serious race if it is that easy for me, a non-participant, to pass everyone in sight. I headed the opposite direction of the race course toward Klepp. Had I known there was a race, I would have chosen a different route. It is a wonder someone doesn't get seriously injured on an open course like this.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
The barking occurred several times, although considerable time elapsed between episodes. When it occurred, there was no self-consciousness to it whatsoever. The man acted like it had not even happened.
So here is where the story gets truly bizarre: the man started barking. Immediately behind me, I hear more barking--- this time from a real dog in a carry-on doggy/kennel suitcase. The barking man looked around--- almost offended, as if someone were mocking him. Indeed, it was the real thing this time. Very strange.
In the midst of all of this, I was upgraded to first class. Free.