I’ve been participating in a challenge at Just Bento, just to get into the habit of bringing packed lunches again – and spicing them up a little. This was the only picture I managed to take on the 28th, and since I missed the 27th totally, I guess it will have to do, I really can’t have two misses in a row…
Stoved away in the basement, now residing, newly scrubbed, in our kitchen cupboards. Three Cathrineholm pots with the lotus pattern – also one pan with yellow lotuses and a coffee pot in the same style but with stripes. Must find out more about these. Oh, there’s a Flickr group!
The keepers of my heart – out for a walk at Gardermoen while waiting for our flight back home.
My father and I looking at a photo album I discovered in a cupboard positively stuffed with pictures of my grandparents and their siblings from the 30ies.
It seems a bit callous, but as my grandmother is moving into a care assisted flat in a few weeks, we really needed to start clearing out the house a bit. Starting with the basement. My grandparents are of the generation that really didn’t throw stuff away. Last time my parents visited they discovered the coffe maker had a cracked pot. They couldn’t find a replacement pot, so they had to buy a new machine. My mom went to put the old one in the basement with the idea of handing it in for safe disposal/recycling later, and found not just one, but two older coffee makers there already. Needless to say they’ve all been adequately disposed off now…
So today’s picture is of one of the cupboards in the basement which we’ve now cleaned out. My mom had already started when I snapped this, getting rid of all the various plastic tubs and boxes my grandmother has kept in case they might prove useful at some point. The top shelf mostly contains the very durable jamming pots called “Norgesglass”. We might keep some, but the rest can be given to the local charity shop. As for the rest, we bagged it up and brought it to the local recycling station.
Now, see, I have packrat genes. I, too, keep empty containers to a ridiculous degree (and fill them again with jam, which we hardly ever eat, so I don’t quite know why I bother), so I totally understand why my grandmother’s cupboard looked like this. And there are plenty of treasures in among the “junk”. We did a lot of exclaiming with joy, in between the exclamations of exasperation. One day, I’m sure, my children and grandchildren will have to perform the same clearing out of my basement. Lets hope they, too, find things to exclaim about – with joy, as well as with exasperation.
My grandfather’s funeral.
The Lego Primo, because it’s so bulky, takes up an unwarranted amount of room now that it is not really played with much any more. Time to pack it away. It’s served its purpose, though, the lass caught on to building with those simple blocks long before she had any concept of turning the Duplo the right way round. But now it’s Duplo all the way.
Today I’m throwing my shoe at Bush.
I have also watched the inauguration of Obama, participated in the live blogchat at Hoyden About Town (such fun), attempted to toast the dear man in Champagne and failed – the Champagne was corked, I think we might be haunted – but succeeded with some decent red wine. And now I will sit back and just savour the moment.
This I will say: If the man is a fraction as good at being president as he is at giving a speech, he will do nicely, and a d****d sight better than his predecessor. If you didn’t catch the speech, Melissa has posted a transcript. I’m sure he had help writing it, but he makes me believe what he says, and more importantly he makes me believe HE believes what he says. We’ll see. At least he can speak in words of more than one syllable, just that fact alone makes for a nice change.
When I leave work these days, there is still a little daylight. It doesn’t last long, but it brings with it the promise of spring, and I love it.
There is still snow, but it is not as pretty as it was. This is my contribution to Nordic Feet for today, and this is what the snow looks like at my bus stop. Nice, huh?
A text message arrived announcing the birth of an eagerly expected little lady.