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Monday, April 25, 2005

Back from Portugal we could hug Jón Valur and Eyrún who had arrived meanwhile from half a year of austria where they seemed to have had a good time. As Monika left the flat downstairs they moved in and everybody is very happy. Jón Valur started to work again with his father, to his great relief (the father’s) and Eyrún got a job at a computer and things wholesale, to my and Jón Valur’s great enjoyment.
We got past the “first summer day” on the 21th of april and for a change it did not snow but the sun was shining. So now here in Iceland we say it is summer with 8 DC outside and start cleaning our garden from the heaviness of winter. Everything is coming nicely, krokusses are in flower and the narcisses are ready to bloom. The tulips still need some time and other plants are as yet just a promise for later times. There was, still is, a lot to cut back or cut down, a gardener we wanted to get for this job came once, walked through the garden with us and never returned. I have’t yet got the meaning of this: is our garden hopeless, too big, too small, fine as it is or did he just loose our adress? Be that as it might be, it leaves us, me, with gardenclippers and a saw…
The next day Marinó was 17 years old – so old, rather a shock for his aging mother – and we had a small birthday party with family, hamburger and sweets and he was very happy. He loves it to have his birthdaysong song for him.
So, life goes on at it’s usual pace. As the sun is shining once again into our windows I am cleaning, once again, throwing things away – yes, where DO they come from? Yes, I know, things do get lost, break, dissappear .. but here, at my house, they seem to multiply, get kids, grow and be happy. Not to talk about the flood of papers coming through our doorslit each and every day. The paper we pay for with full of extrapapers nobody asked for, a paper we don´t need and dón’t pay for either, pamphlets, advertisements, more advertisements … one big black plastic bag once a week and meanwhile the woods are cut down and pulped. Next door there is an empty flat and all these not asked for papers are put in front of the door and the next wind blows all this into our garden.

2 Comments:

At 2:33 PM, Blogger Minka said...

I know the thing with the advertisements in teh posts. Who reads that stuff?
I got one of those little stickers that says "Enga Fjölpost, Takk!" at the postoffice...
Lisa has many stories relating to the postoffice, the delivery and stuff!

 
At 2:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes I can just imagine how many adverts you got... I am one of the unfortunates who have to fold those damn things all day! The post office people are not that happy about it either... but for anyone out there who doesn't want them... let us know... it will make the day shorter!!

 

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