What a morning… You know when you have them, the days you most likely was supposed to stay in bed and not leave your house. Kind of a Friday the 13th without being Friday 13th.
This morning was a strange one. Not from start, more or less normal, alarm, wake up, turn the radio on listen to Swedish morning radio, prepare the filtered coffee so it’s ready after the shower, take the shower and relax with coffee, radio and reading Tweets, Look at Instagram, check the “time hop” app and so on.
But then… On my way out to catch the bus I first remembered it’s the 16th so they I must register the use of water (cold and hot) and put the note on the door. So back in and tried to read the meters… Not possible, could not see the numbers so glasses on and even with them it was hard (why can’t they be digital?). But at least done and no one need to enter the apartment when I’m not home.
So on my way again, all down to the “0” floor to remember, my in ear head phones… Still in the apartment, up again. Leave again and finally reaching the bus stop I notice I left without the scarf (I have a cold and my colds kind of center on the throat) but OK i survive even if i tomorrow most likely will wake up with a bad throat again. Bit then I noticed I’m actually staning at the bus stop with my glasses on. The “bad” once, not the work- official- or meeting once, the sit at home and watch tv once.
So now its official I am an old fart.
Then its time for me to leave this grey rainy weather and have 7 days in the sun. Not planned, but two days ago I felt that NO I do need chance to some sun even if I’m normally not lucky when it comes to weather when Im abroad.
Hopefully I will be able to update you during the week, no computer with me but I will bring the pad.
Time to try to give you all some Christmas feelings. Picture from Paris, close to Centre Pompidou.
Today, out of nowhere I decided that my previous decision and really needed stay in Paris and not travel for this vacation was a bad decision. Really, no it was a good one, but I need some sun!
So after a desperate hunt for hotels and flights to Morocco I finally found one for a week, cause I do want to be in Paris for New Year. So all of a sudden Im going abroad again.
Not much to add today but the poster for the upcoming movie “Bumblebee” (Humla in Swedish) cannot be true… OK, Bumblebee sound OK but “Humlan”?
So December 13th soon pasted and it was a nice day. First of all supposed to be no work but a crisis at work made me work for a while anyway.
But the main thing today was the St Lucia at the Swedish Church in Paris. You know, you never turn out to be as Swedish as you turn Swedish abroad.
And it was, to use a famous Swedish schlager singers words “Sakralt och fint” and according to tradition apart from Lucia songs in Norwegian… Not acceptable from my point of view since I see Lucia 100% Swedish and without any connections to the Italian saint.
After the Lucia tåg and glögg I managed a fast stop at Svenska Affären cause they supposed to have Felix delikatess köttbullar, no on that one but found Kalvsylta and Falukorv. Kalvsylta I love and Falukorv not so much but something happens with your mind when you see things you not normally find in the stores. So dinner tonight turned out to be Falukorv.
Thats my day
So my friends, a few days since I last wrote anything but to be frank not much to write home about to be honest. But as the header say, we are soon there, the Christmas week.
I will kind of start my Holiday season from the 13th when Im off work to join forces with the Swedish Community in Paris and see “Lucia” at the Swedish Church in Paris. And since I am aware that it might be “glögg”, i took the 14th off as well.
So some pictures expected to be published from Lucia tomorrow or the day after.
Then of course the plan is to study some French before the last lesson of 2018 on Monday the 17th, but we will see… Right this minute the feeling is it wont happen.
I do not know if the kidney stones I’m passing at the moment (or shall I say the drugs to make the pain less painful) delivered the my most confused moment in my “living in France” experience…
Anyway, I decided to go back in time and listen to the playlist “Dalida” on my way to work and for some reason she recorded an English version of “Milord”, made famous by Edith Piaf.
So on my way to work, bus 81, I found myself listen to Dalidas version of the song and had the epiphany “WOW, I actually understand all the lyrics of Milord” – Without a single thought she sang it in English not French.
It was a short moment of satisfaction to finally understand French.
TGIF – Thank God it’s Friday
Kind of a strange saying cause Friday is a working day and at the end of it you are as tiered as mid-week. So I admire the once who turn the alarm clock off thinking “Tonight I am going to party”! Good for you Boys and Girls. (Sorry, not political correct, I try again: “Good for you Boys, Girls, Transgender, non-binary, Queer and any other gender label out there”)
Have a nice weekend
Winter in Paris
If you ever wake up and wonder… No winter in Paris is not funnier than in Sweden. I still need to live in a country when the winter morning temp is +10 celcius…