I'm tired of waiting around for everyone in this family to be cured from what ails them. So I opened the windows and am pretending that I've not a care in the world!
I'm celebrating our non-high fructose corn syrup diet and enjoying an Organic Orange Chocolate Candy bar from Paul Newman. That Paul Newman, what an organic genius. I like him almost as much as my jewelry maker, Robert Redford.
Because I'm sure that Mr. Newman's in there, cooking up my organic candy bar just like Mr. Redford's in there, forging my sterling silver rings that I'm addicted to. See for yourself!
I really don't have much to say today. I'm just making an attempt to air out the place and be up, rather than on Sick Watch.
I'm diverting my own attention by making jewelry this afternoon.
And the pretty metals
Hey! Time for a little show and tell. About 5 ish years ago when I was in Norway, we went to my family's Mountain. And by my family's MOUNTAIN, I mean there's a mountain named after my family. With a waterfall named after them and everything.
Although, if you think about it, my family was probably named after the mountain they lived on.
Duh.
Anyway, we took a hike to some relative's cabin. God, it was a gorgeous cabin. Make out of life-sized Lincoln Logs that they'd hauled there, one log at a time because there is no road anywhere near the family's cabin. Nope. They park over a mile away and walk to the cabin. In the winter they'd take sleds pulled by what, I don't know. Probably reindeer. Or Per Midstjagen, my cousin the very famous Norway folk fluter. Who looks like he could haul some old Norwegian relatives to the cabin in the winter. For lack of official term of what you'd call a professional folk flute player. (p.s. I botched his last name, in case there are any Norwegian readers who stalk famous fluters)
Wait. I think my cousin, Ingrid who is married to Asbjorn said that they have snowmobiles they use to get to their cabins in the winter. Smart Norwegians. Or they cross country skied to them, dragging their Lincoln Logs behind them. Only in Norway I think they're called Norwegian Wood Logs. Huh. Haven't a clue.
Anyway. I'm getting to where I want to get to here. I wanted to play Show & Tell with you and show you the rock I got by the glacial lake at the top of my family's mountain.
Isn't it the coolest? It's eggsactly (get it?) the shape of a little egg. Turned and churned over oodles of Norwegian years. The lakeshore was covered with them. All shapes and sizes. But my cousin, Gudrun, gave me this one because of the cool lines on it.
I think that's why she gave it to me. I don't know what Gudrun said. She doesn't speak English and I don't speak Norwegian.
You'd like Gudrun. She was about 80 and ran around in a skirt with a sleeveless skirt while wearing black rubber boots. She'd be talking on her cellphone. Right there in the old country. With the new technology. It was something to see.
One day I'll share my trip to Norway with you, complete with pictures. It was an incredible trip and I wish wish wish wish that I could go back again!
But for now, I need to go figure out what to make people to eat that won't make them sick.
*sigh*
4:08 p.m. - August 27, 2006
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