No, I dont want to be your friend. 

we are rabbits 

Waiting inside the stable for things to come (hopefully mares.). 

Rather new in our house and already pregnant. 

Piggy once again. Free to roam at leisure. 

Young and up to no good, piggy and lamb. 

Two good friends taking a walk. 

I am so proud! First time on horseback again since I don�t remember when. I'll keep it up. 

Wednesday. What a nice day today! Nice and sunny weather, good mood at work, cooking for marvellous guests – no meat, so I made a veggi lasagna with green paprika and spinat and more green for the green part and red onion and red paprika and tomatoes for the red, with home baked rolls – and it tasted nice.

Thursday. Me feeding people, today it were Ragnar and Family and Jón Valur and Eyrún. The weather is still keeping itself, There is hope, the heavens have not yet fallen upon our heads. Tomorrow evening I will go to a party in country side near Selfoss and I am finishing knitting the jacket I want to use. So, no time for blogging.

Norway in spring (yes, it was raining) 

The star of the 14 th. of mai 

we three kids of our parents 

grandson in Oslo (the small one) 

Late this afternoon “The Girls” met and we sat for four hours in a coffehouse chatting: The girls: 20 years ago we went together to university, age about 45 to 80. It’s nice to follow the lives for such a long time, seeing everybody getting families and kids and houses and these odd jobs. Guess who in what age was in Africa, in China, aso. (and so on) and is planning a trip to Australia?
The weather fills me with hope. 9 working days to go to summer holidays, including only 4 days straight (or bent) teaching!

Somewhere there came the question: Do horses eat fish? Yes, They do, and we have given them saltherring. Also cows are crazy for this stuff. It is the taste of salt they like and in every good stable you will find salt licking stones. They don´t eat it in excess, they get hey of course and then they nibble a bit out of a barrel.

Time is passing, yes, it is end of may!!, and little news from here. In between I was in Norway, attending the confirmation of my niece and met a lot of family and friends of the family of my sister. I took my oldest grandchild with me and we had a nice time. Cold there, cold here, the summer is lazy to come and in two weeks my summer holidays will start. Still, narcisses and tulips are flowering in my garden and the trees are sprouting leaves.
The Eurovision is behind us, poor Iceland, there were discussions how and where to hold the next Eurovision here in Iceland as everybody was sure that the icelandic song would win and then they didn´t even get into the finale. But as it is said here, the song was great as was the performance and european people just don´t recognize a good thing when they see it. Yes, you must be optimistic to be able to live in this cold and barren country. I was so happy that Malta got the second place, a beautiful song, a beautiful voice and that was it. No naked people dancing, not even to mention that this lady in singing lacked all slimness. So there are people who still got taste. As me.
As usual at this time of the year I feel a depression settling in, my mind and body long for warmth and sweetness and going outside the house you believe it will never come.

Yesterday late Jakobína and Guðmar came in for a coffe on their way back home after cinema. Today, work from 8 to 4, unexciting and an evening with Monika watching america’s next topp model. We both like it and have our views on who should win. Anyhow, there seems to be quite a lot more to become some top but looking beautiful. I even think they are rather normal looking without make up. I am sure I would make a great model if I were younger, slimmer, bigger, with longer, straighter legs and bigger eyes. Maybe I would have to learn how to walk, too. When I was a teenager I tried to walk like a model, with the toes to the outside and got the effect of a unsecure duck. But that is a long time ago.

Outside it is summer, today at least and it is amazing how quickly you forget the bundled up freezing days. So today we sat in our break on warm stones in delicious sunshine. I got these great new summersocks, knee high, pink with black stripes and showed them to everybody who didn’t want to see them. Relaxed breakfast with my friend who stayed overnight, after an evening of chatting, work til four, shopping, a very nice visit and dinner right now.
Yesterday I got this really bad allergic reaction to something after I was some time in my garden, running nose and a bad headache. Who says that being outdoors is healthy? So, I was quick to go in again. Outside Jón Valur is whashing a car and I told him to take mine too, which he is doing. So, a bright clean new day tommorrow.
Just as I was writing I heard this noise outside and saw parts of treetrunks falling down: Valur has bought a chain saw and Jón Valur was sitting up in a tree, cutting branches. So, the big boys are playing outside.

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.

my mother's garden 

back again and pictures from our time in portugal

Me back in cyberspace...
Yes, I have been gone for a long time, I know. Mostly the fault of my not there and not working connection. Now I've got a little black antenna (wireless LAN PCI adapter) that is connecting me and Jon Valur with the big world outside.
Yes, I flew to Lisboa, a long time ago! It was a very relaxing and quiet holiday, going for walks, sitting and talking, making visits: things you do in holidays. I even got a little tan. On the way out, between Faroer and Frankfurt, Valur got a bleeding nose and blood was over all in this tiny space you got in aircraft seats. So we sat there with tissues, ice cubes, plastic bags and pesonal hoovering over us. In Frankfurt there was a rushing to change planes, but we got it all and arrived one hour late to 29 degrees and sunshine and parents fetching us from the airport. The house was full with pleasant guests and in the evening we played scrabble, while others watches TV or sat together playing cards in front of the blasting fireplace. Yes, the weather didn't keep what it promised the first two days, it started to rain and everybody but the tourists were so happy theat it finally rained that we could not do anything else but be glad too.
The flight back was without bleeding or rushing, but still, Valurs golfbag was left behind in Amsterdam and there was a confusion about arrival time so our children came much too late to fetch us, but we got home in the end and was I not happy to meet my bed again!

So, just some words so everybody sees that I am still alive and well. Tomorrow Valur and me are flying to Lissabon to visit my parents over eastern. So beside of crocheting two more hats I had a lot to do, but everything is ready now, my hair newly cut and the bath is waiting. Up again at 4:50, and tommorow evening I will be sitting on a nice patio and sip white wine in degrees over –1; while I know that my daughters are taking care of my house, car, son and flowers. What a wonderfull life!
I wish everybody a nice holiday and maybe I write you from Portugal.
Claudia, I didn’t forget your birthday, I just didn’t take care of the date. So, happy birthday!! And your son phoned me by accident the other day, so I could congratulate him.
Bye and bless und bald wieder.