I would hate anyone to think that my life was just one long run of exciting days, filled to the brim with unexpected adventures and exciting meetings. It would certainly make blogging very easy. Today, for instance, nothing much happened. Except for the weather. That was quite unpredictable.
One moment we had sunshine and blue sky, the next there was light rain. This was followed by wind strong enough to blow everything around for another dose of the same again.
Mirinda, on the other hand, had an exciting day. Well, exciting of a sort. She had to give a presentation at uni and was very pleased with how it went. As far as I can tell, it was all as I would expect from my very talented wife. Though, she did have an unexpected meeting on the train.
One of the other Riksteatern board members is a chap called Thomas. He, like Inge and me, celebrates the same birthday. I often think of Inge as my birthday twin (thanks, Joey) but now, I guess, we are both, actually, two thirds of a set of birthday triplets.
Anyway, he was sitting opposite Mirinda on the train and they had a lovely chat all the way into Stockholm. They chatted about all sorts including boating, which Mirinda was delightfully surprised at, given it’s currently her favourite subject.
In the meanwhilst, I engaged in various bits of housework, played with the dogs and worked on improving my podcast page for the hard of seeing.
All in all the kind of day when I didn’t take any photographs. To make up for that, here’s a photo of seven brooms with a poem written on them.
She's foaming, spitting her words
Magpies flying from her mouth
It's dammit and hell, shooting out like darts
It's the Sami secrets, fuming from the soil
It's blood, and wide-open pupils
And there isn't a bastard who knows what to do
She talks about the children, and how in the world we will ever protect them.
I hear tears she'll never acknowledge
She lowers her voice
She has a meeting at work, with a Swede
So sayeth the piassava brooms.
