When I see the word “haul” the American in me automatically puts a “U” in front of it. I haul, however, without a truck or trailer. I own no car, so life is about getting stuff home without one. Or getting stuff back out.
I just have to leave this somewhere, so here it is: I was dreaming something last night (what, I never remember). The dream/something woke me up. I opened my eyes in the dark and a woman was standing next to my bed, looking at my nightstand. She was 40-ish, slender, had dark hair and brown eyes, and the same sort of face as Melissa Gilbert. I have no idea who she is or why I saw her. What really got me was that my reaction was to say, “Oh, hi!” In Norwegian. And she looked at me, startled, and disappeared. And no, this has never happened to me before and now I’m wondering if somebody was astral projecting and happened to end up in my bedroom.
12 days’ of my home turned into a construction site, finding bits of concrete in my bed every night, and concrete dust everywhere (I still have to clean all that up). And a bold floor that is not typical for a Norwegian bathroom. But it is done! Tomorrow morning will be the first weekday morning where I will not greet a tradesman, and I have my spare key back.Continue reading