A Roll in the Universe

Website of Keera Ann Fox, an American in Bergen, Norway

Category: Me musing (page 1 of 7)

Me wanting to share or explain something.

Help

The spring of 1969, I traveled across country with my grandma and grandpa. Just before leaving California, I had heard The Beatles song “Help!”. The movie had been showing on TV one evening at my mother’s. I liked the song and I remember singing it in Maine, where we’d stopped off at Grandma’s son’s place and I got to meet my cousins. Only days after that visit, we were on our way to Norway.

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26 questions

I stole this from Paula’s 2 x 13 questions (which had me thinking about one half of a deck of cards, and the fact that the Norwegian alphabet has 29 letters, but I digress). 

1. Share your profile picture.

Current profile pic from last year. Heh.

2. Who are you named after?
Nobody. My mom saw “Keera” in an obituary.

3. Do you like your handwriting?
Yes. But sometimes I can’t read it.

4. What’s your favorite lunchmeat?
Norwegian brown cheese, Gudbrandsdalsost.

5. Longest relationship?
That would be either my friend Ann in actual years or my friend Torleif in years in a row of regular contact. Or the parental units.

6. Do you still have your tonsils?
Yes. The only thing I’ve had removed are my wisdom teeth.

7. Would you bungee jump?
If I’m sitting in my own couch with VR goggles, sure. 

8. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Always. I was taught that to not to would ruin the shoes. Wait, do I even still have shoes that tie? 

9. Favorite ice-cream?
My favorite used to be pistachio but I don’t know any more. Everything tastes too sweet now.

10. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
I have no idea. Hair? Is it supposed to be the same thing every time?

11. Football or baseball?
If I have to choose, baseball. Then I won’t root for the wrong team because I can’t tell what they’re doing.

12. What color pants are you wearing?
Dark blue. Actually, denim blue. I’m wearing jeans.

13. Last thing you ate?
Soft tortilla taco.

14. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
Periwinkle!

15. Favorite smell?
Roses.

16. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?
Hah! I’ve actually spoken to someone on the phone this year so I can answer this: Receptionist at the doctor’s office. (Text me.)

17. Hair color?
Ash brown with a few strands of silver. See profile picture above.

18. Eye color?
They look blue on the profile picture above so my passport is correct. But up close they are actually dark gray-blue irises shot through with white and with a bit of central heterochromia. 

19. Favorite food to eat?
Having discovered buckwheat pasta, I’m back to a childhood favorite: Spaghetti. 

20. Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary movie with a happy ending. I don’t watch movies to think. That’s what books are for.

21. Last movie you watched?
“Star Trek III: The Search for Spock”. I’m rewatching all the Star Trek movies these days. 

22. Favorite holiday?
I used to love them all. Now I can hardly be bothered. I think maybe Advent/Christmas because the lights come up during the darkest, wettest, grayest part of the year.

23 Beer or wine?
Gin & tonic.

24. Favorite day of the week?
Friday. Happy mood at work, the whole weekend ahead, something good on TV, maybe even something good for dinner.

25. Three (or four) favorite bloggers you want to learn more about?
Uhm… Er… How about you make a suggestion or three (or four)? 🙂

26. Added info you didn’t know you wanted.
Q: Pluto: Planet or planetoid?
A: PLANET! It was never demoted in my mind.

On this day in 2017, 2016 and 2014

Because I didn’t take any photos on this day in 2015…

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Back to the beginning

I tripped over a book on using yogic mantras to help with anxiety and depression. So I said OM a lot this morning, and maybe that’s exactly what I needed to get going again (as well as three days of rest and downtime).

I once upon a time, back in California, meditated and chanted OM, so I dove in and played with harmonies, with going silent, with going up an octave or two, and even whispering. You can do it all. Or just repeat internally, soundlessly.

The OM on YouTube (you don’t need to read the book): The Cosmic AUM

The book that led me there: Mantra Meditation: An Alternative Treatment For Anxiety And Depression

Too much, too soon

Yesterday’s grouchiness was a warning. My body and my moods are basically klaxons trying to get my attention. This morning I had no energy, no desire, no absent Grumpy. He was still with me. He had a message.

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Grumpy got hugs

So, as usual, I am Mercurial and go up and down more than a rollercoaster. After a great day yesterday—which I realize now may have taken more out of me than I thought, with all that talking to the psychologist—I ended up grumpy today. Total raincloud-right-over-my-head grumpy.

Grumpy
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Bybanen

I am in love with the city light rail in Bergen, Norway, called “bybanen” (BEE-bah-nen). It took five years after it was built for me to actually ride the darned thing, but after that, it has become my most popular modern addition to this old medieval town. And now they’re building a line to my neck of the woods!

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Random photos 2018-08-29

So, as a way to keep myself writing, and also to share some photos with you, I’ve decided to just pick something competely random. And honestly, the random date generator I used has no idea when I take good pictures. But I’m going with what I found, anyway.

First up: December 2013, or thereabouts. Because I’m saving some nicer stuff for last (I eat like that, too), and me red-faced from a shower isn’t my best look. 😛

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Lyrical challenge Day 3 of 3

The final day of being lyrically challenged (in more ways than one), thanks to one of my inspirations for blogging, Paula at Light Motifs. If you’re feeling inspired, please do your own challenge and let me know about it!

And now for the third song with lyrics I not only paid attention to, but also bothered to learn by heart. But that came later, because when this song first played on the radio back in 1979, it made me cry. Every. Single. Time. This is one song that is on the short list as a song you may play at my funeral (the other songs are mostly happy disco tunes so bring dancing shoes). It is “The Rose” by Bette Midler. Continue reading

Comfort zone

I don’t like ever talking about what goes on deep inside of me. A few close friends may find out, but not co-workers or you, my reader. But the truth is, I’ve gotten a taste of what it is like to be struggling with something psychological. And I’ve decided to let you in on that.

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