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I was out the front, shovelling snow so we can access the car at some point, when I looked up in a moment of restful contemplation. The view before me was magical. If anything, it reminded me of Narnia. I smiled, then returned to the seemingly never ending task at hand.
I spent quite a while digging away and, by the end of it, appeared to have achieved very little. Still, I figure that if I shovel a bit more each day, as long as it doesn’t all melt and freeze, the car will eventually be usable. Today I managed to get one of the doors open so I could at least have somewhere to sit down for a bit, when I got too wobbly.
I have to admit that I didn’t get very far before returning to the house. Two metres into the driveway was not much. Still, it’s something. Though I do have a deadline.
Mirinda and Nicoline had a chat later regarding various things, one of which was our next BookBusters night on Monday. Originally it was to be at our place but there is no way I could clear enough snow from our driveway for any other cars to park on it. So the venue was changed and we will now be meeting at Nicoline’s.
I realise, of course, that my snowy tribulations melt into nothing when put alongside the mammoth shovelling poor KSP and Jonas had to endure this week. So, I think it’s best to stop moaning about it.
The only other big thing that happened today was Mirinda’s second cooking lesson. Tonight she made a Gazzarole and it turned out perfect. For non-regular readers, a Gazzerole is a Chez Gaz, made up version of a casserole. Like most long term recipes from Chez Gaz, it changes depending on the cook’s mood.
Tonight’s effort was no different in that it was, as usual, different. My pupil did very well.
Not only delicious tonight but the remains will make for a lovely lunch tomorrow.
Before I go, there was an interesting thing I discovered about Norway today. Apparently, not that long ago, Norwegians would spread straw on the floors of their houses at Christmas and sleep on it, leaving the beds for the souls of their dead relatives.
This seems very odd, given that souls don’t really have a lot of need for a comfy bed. I mean, they have no weight and surely could just float about.
Some Christmas traditions are more than a little odd.
