June 21, 2010

Summer solstice birthday wishes

Happy birthday to Cynthia Jane (CJ). My little neice is nine years old today. I've always thought it poignant that she was born on the solstice. It's as though she was destined to shine all day long. We celebrated her birthday last night. It was a beautiful warm evening. Cathy, my sis, made a lovely dinner and we ate outside at a long table, a la Swedish midsummer but we skipped the snapps and lewd songs.
Happy day, CJ. Don't grow up too fast!

CJ with her dad.

CJ with Aunt Susie

Maggie celebrates with a tennis ball.

Charlie with CJ in the background fixing cake and ice cream.

Cathy, my sis -- mom of CJ, reminding me of Aunt Helen in this photo.

This is Andy's mom. CJ is named for her two grandmothers: Cynthia (above), and Cathy's (and my) mother, whose name was Jane.

Ulfie with a magnolia flower.

Everyone at the table.

June 17, 2010


This is how the new kitties often sleep. I am often sitting next to them, which is also nice.

June 13, 2010

The graduate

I found this photo of myself recently. It's my senior photo for my high school yearbook, taken the summer before my senior year. Look how sweet and innocent I look. And young! I can remember the day I went to take this photo. I remember deciding to wear the shirt with the owls on it. I thought it would make me look smart. I was 16 years old.

I've started to think recently that youth is really wasted on the young.

June 9, 2010

A gajillion things I love about Sweden

Being in Sweden a few weeks ago was the highlight of my spring. I'll say it right off the bat: the weather was lousy and I froze most of the time. But you don't go to Sweden for the weather -- as much as the Swedes rave about the beautiful summers, you can count the perfect days on one hand.

Strolling along the streets of Stockholm, working with my colleagues, being with my friends: it was though I'd never left. I fell right back into a great groove very easily. I really loved it.

Here's some photos I took. See this as my tribute to Stockholm.

A view from the bridge, driving over to Lidingö (my old stomping grounds)

This is James, the dog belonging to my old pals Karolina and Jalle.

I was in the subway every day. I didn't use public transportation much when I lived there, but now I consider it the only way to travel.
Here are some bikes that are for rent, the racks are all over the city. You take them when you need them and leave them at another bike rack if you want. I wanted to try this but it was too cold to consider getting on a bike.

They say that more rats than people live in Stockholm (about a million people live in greater Stockholm). I only saw one rat (I still shudder to think of it). However, I saw an amazing number of rabbits. It's said they got there because people got rabbits as pets and then couldn't take care of them so they let them go. I don't know if it's true. But where else would they come from?

One pretty evening I took a walk through town. This is Sergels Torg, with the glass sculpture by Edvin Öhrström.

Some of my colleagues and I went out to eat. We had a great time. I really miss them.

I met my old friend David for dinner with some other friends. He's started a successful advertising business and is doing really well.

I really miss those long shadows you get in the afternoon/evening.

Taken from the bus on the way down to Värmdö.

Little Andrie. I loved him the minute I met him.

One of the first things I did was buy a container of messmör -- it's made from whey -- and put it in the fridge of my hotel room. Yum. This stuff: you either love it or hate it.

While taking a walk on a Sunday afternoon in the city, we had to wait for all the king's horses (and all the king's men) to cross the street.

Seafaring. I took this photo because i thought it was pretty, all the cords hanging there. But Barbara, who was with me, said it was ugly. (Barb if you're reading this: I was right!)

I love the crowns all over the place, including this random one on the walking bridge over to Skeppsholmen, even though I'm not a big fan of the king or his offspring. I'm not exactly against them. I just don't care. ´

Swedish public bathrooms. This one's a model from the Modern Musuem.

Swedish design. Love these cobra phones. These are replicas with modern push-buttoms. Here are the old ones.

Walking over the bridge to the Modern Museum

From our walk to the Modern Museum. The boat is a youth hostel.

Random dude and cherry blossoms in Kungsträdgården.

NK display windows. Man, are they nice. I love these new boxes from Iittala.

Hedvig, me and her poodles.

Me and Millie

Me and the lovely Hedvig, at Monica's super nice dinner.

June 1, 2010

What to name the kitties?

We got two new kitties but cannnot agree on the names! We had names picked out almost immediately but then decided to wait to see what their personalities were like. Now we have too many choices and not enough cats.

The kitties are sisters and they are about 10 weeks old. They are cuteness itself.

The grey tiger one is shy but sweet. She is more cuddly than her sister but won't come right away. Once she is in your arms though she purrs with reckless abandon. She loves to climb and seems more physically agile than her sister.

Her name choices are as follows:
Franky (Francy, Frances)

Now the calico is always the one you see first, she emerges in the morning first, and cries for food the loudest. She is harder to settle. If you say "come and cuddle next to me," she's not sure she wants to be there. But she is also a very loud purrer.

Her name choices are:

The thing is, they have to go together. We could choose Missy and Poppy, cause they go together. But not Missy and Sissy.

Any suggestions? Preferences? Something we're not thinking of? Please hurry, the kitties need some names!!