Harald started working on the big shed today. He erected his scaffold and started pulling bits of rotten wood off the building. While he worked away, I was busy trying to learn Swedish, Mirinda was swimming laps then enjoying fika in Gnesta and Jason was packing.
The reason Jason was packing was because today he moved into the co-operative in Stockholm. It marks another stage in his life journey; one that brings him a lot closer to his job. No more returning home on his bike, freezing winds threatening his fingers with hyperthermia.
Not that he had an easy time of it. He had way more luggage than two hands could handle so he left one in the car after Mirinda drove him to Vagnhärad. His bike is also in the stuga so he’s coming back next week.
Jason eventually let us know he’d arrived at the co-operative. He celebrated with meatballs from IKEA. A rainbow painted the sky outside his room.
My class was the usual mix of bad Swedish and laughter. Dina called me smart but I think her Swedish wasn’t that good and she actually meant to call me dumb. Zarah asked me how to say the time in Australian. It was a funny class. I gave the teachers a small box of Turkish delight which Ninni said was delicious.
Ninni asked me if we say Autumn or Fall in Australia. I told her that, when I lived there anyway, we stuck to the more accurate and less descriptive Autumn. But, given the proliferation of US terms I’ve heard over the last few years, they probably say Fall now.
None of it was in Swedish and I think it only confused her. I need to learn to shut up.
Mirinda, following her swim, went to Gnesta to visit the garden centre. She then popped into Meka for a coffee and turkey sandwich.
And all of this while Harald slaved away until lunchtime. He’s coming back next week with Roger to finish the shed.
It’ll be good having an outside storage space that’s weatherproof ahead of winter.
