Getting There

I wonder why it's taking us so long this time.
Transition.
All those summer nights when we knew exactly what we were doing and where we were heading. They seem distant now.
I'd like to get hold of them again.
I want to feel like that again.
Invincible.
Not so much today, no.
But I did take a pretty decent picture of clouds on water.
That's gotta count for something.

Dear Polarn O. Pyret

Even if you weren't my client I would love you for this. Keeping her dry when it's not humanly possible. LOOK AT THAT RAIN. It's like fake rain. Only it's very real. Gaaah.

Taking The Plunge

Today it all began. School, pre-school, work, work. Back again.
Back again, but not all the same, I think. Routines will be different this year, places new. Some new ideas are taking form. But all of that will take its time, and I'm in no hurry.
Today I was just happy for the change in our morning route. A bicycle ride through the woods. Birds. A dog barking. A good time for being quiet together. Just the two of us.
She's getting so big.
So is my heart.

Hello Friday

Hello. Hullo. Hi again.
It's good to be back.
Though maybe not as good as being away.
But I've missed you, I've missed this.
We're getting good at this, I think!
The first week back at work is coming to an end.
It's been good. Fun, even. A little phew-ish.
This season will bring some changes that are starting to look a bit daunting.
How will it be? How will we do?
But that's all for another day.
I wish you a good Friday night.
Shabbat Shalom, Jessica. Pax, Ramona.
Sweet dreams and happy fishing, my dears.
And thank you for reading.

This Blog Is On Vacation

There's night time swinging to attend to.


And endless meals in the garden to consume.


Friends for dinner and toes in need of some tlc.


Tiny freckles that need to be kissed.


And noses that need to be picked.

I will see you all when I'm inside again. Thanks for stopping by.
Love,
A.

Today At The Office

Elevator fun.
Pokémon on giant conference screen.
Coffee break.
Soda break.
Pokémon on Lena's computer.
Pizza lunch.
Toy store.
Doodle Jump on Mary's iPhone.
Chewing gum.
Soda break.
Hair cut.

I love my new assistant.
(And his skills with the camera.)

Having It All

I know there's no such thing. And being Swedish I know all about the dangers of being too happy and telling the world (it always backfires, trust me, Swedish heroes are strong, quiet and never talk about themselves). But here's the thing. I feel good. This has been a day full of less-than-Hallmark-moments. It has in fact been a day full of what people like to call "real life" (why do they never say that about good things?) and I am tired and I look old and there's no chocolate in the house. But still. I feel good. I hope you do too.

Thank you for listening.

Supposedly I'm Working

But really. Isn't it time we just stop pretending? Noone here is doing anything useful. We still have loads of things to do, but it seems impossible. I can't think straight. Neither can anyone else. We are faking work. And we will pay dearly next week, when we'll have to cram everything we're not doing right now into five days. But it can't be helped. I'm not here anymore. I'm there. And since we're going down that lane, where in the world are you?

Amy Bennett

I stumbled upon Amy Bennett today. And it made all the difference. The wonderful thing is, she is coming to Stockholm. Or her work is. Either way, I will be (t)here to greet her.

Happy Friday, everyone. Tomorrow is Midsummer over here, so the weekend begins early.

Today

There's a store in Stockholm called "Life's too short not to wear beautiful things". I've never bought anything there. No matter how short life is, I still can't afford their shoes. But today for different reasons, that phrase has been echoing in my mind. And so I went forth and just did it. I bought art. Art I've loved for long, but have dismissed like I would a pair of pricey shoes. No more. These works will be on my wall and I will look at them and love them and think of today and what I'm feeling now. And much will be better for it, if not everything.

Photo "New York bloom" by Andreas Lind.
Drawing "Little lies" by Jenny Mörtsell. Both to be found here.