遠藤 歩 and Expecto Patronum

Marica and Marcus popped around for a visit a moment ago. They had bought me a bottle of red wine... and some.... haha... dishwasher detergent. I had run out, and couldn't really afford to buy it myself at the moment. Anyway, it was really sweet of them. I'm just dying to open the wine bottle and relax... one day left at work and then... ;-)

Perhaps, maybe, eventually, they'll have a house-warming party on Saturday. It depends on whether or not Marcus's friend Joakim from Lysvik(?) is coming.

If you're wondering about the title of this blog I can inform you that it's my real Japanese name according to a generator.

遠藤 Endoh = distant wisteria (Diana)
歩 Ayumi = walk your own way (Wall)

Yeah, I know... silly, but I was bored and had finished all my school work for today. ;-) Want to know my patronus? (from Harry Potter...)

"Expecto Patronum" My Patronus is a Persian Cat!

God, how pathetic... have to seek help... haha...

The Glazed-In Spectator

How is it that I'm surrounded by more people than ever, but still I feel lonelier... than ever. It's a strange feeling to have... like being trapped inside a bubble of glass, looking out on the people on the outside. They go on with their lives and you are the specatator of their show. Anyway, this was a rather pessimistic blog... I'll do better tomorrow! Promise...

Saint Patrick Was a Gentleman...

I finally got to borrow Quilty's second album from my sister and it's really, really.... REALLY great! I've therefore a new favourite Irish folk music song... "Saint Patrick Was a Gentleman"...

http://www.filelodge.com/files/room40/1129867/02%20St%20Patrick%20was%20a%20gentleman.mp3

Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
He came from decent people
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it put a steeple.
His father was a Gallagher,
His mother was a Brady,
His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy,
His uncle was a Grady.

The Wicklow hills are very high,
And so's the hill of Howth, Sir,
But there's a hill much higher still,
Much higher than them both, sir,
On the top of this high hill
Saint Patrick preached his sermon,
Which drove the frogs into the bogs
And banished all the vermin.

There's not a mile of Erin's isle
Where dirty vermin musters,
But there he put his dear fore-foot
And murdered them in clusters.
The frogs went hop
And the toads went pop
Slapdash into the water,
And the snakes committed suicide
To save themselves from slaughter.

Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue
He charmed with sweet discourses,
And dined on them in Killaloe
On soups and second courses.
Where blind worms crawling in the grass
disgusted all the nation,
Right down to hell with the holy spell
He changed their situation.

No wonder that them Irish lads
Should be so gay and frisky,
Sure Saint Pat he taught them that
As well as making whiskey.
No wonder that the saint himself
Should understand distilling,
For his mother kept a shebeen shop
In the town of Enniskillen.

Was I but so fortunate
As to be back in Munster,
I'd be bound that from that ground
I never more would once stir.
There Saint Patrick planted turf
Cabbages and praties,
Pigs galore, mo grá, mo stór,
Altar boys and ladies.

Seasidefestivalen i Kålgården 2006

Igår kväll, den 26 augusti, gick Seasidefestivalen av stapeln i Falun. Vanligtvis brukar den hållas i maj, men tydligen hade arragörerna tyckt att det var för blött ute och ändrat datumet.

Marica och Marcus har ju flyttat till Falun nu så vi gick tillsammans ner till Kålgården för att se vad festivalen hade att erbjuda. 38 band spelade från klockan 13.00 till 00.00. Det var faktiskt riktgit trevligt och det var många bra artister.

Marcus och Marica poserar något krystat... ;-)

Invasion hette ett band från Borlänge. Sångaren levde verkligen ut på scen, men i mellansnacket blev han som förbytt och lät osäker som en tonåring och det var nästan så att man tyckte att han stammade. Men de underhöll oss och vi stampade glatt takten.

Basisten, Johan Hölbling, höll ganska låg profil,
men han kompade sångaren med en mörk raspig basröst.

Gustaf Jonsson spelade gitarr och sjöng.
Allteftersom tiden gick rök allt fler kläder
och mikrofonen svängde i luften omkring honom.

Mimikry var också där med kändisarna Hjalle och Heavy.
De bjöd på riktiga rocklåtar och drog nog den största
publiken under kvällen.

Ett av de första banden vi såg hette "Follow him to the end of the desert". Två killar i rånarluvor som hoppade runt på scenen och serverade hiphoplåtar till publiken. Först var vi lite skeptiska, för det kändes lite fånigt, men de blev faktiskt bättre och bättre.

Marica och Marcus under den skeptiska perioden...

Marica ser lagom road ut och
Marcus visar sin bättre sida...(?)

Systrarna Wall

Vi kollade även på Jeppe the King & The Memphis Blue Band, ett rockabillyband från Hedemora. Också mycket bra, men vi saknade ståbasen... :(

Avlsutningen bjöd på irländsk folkmusik, det var bandet Bag in Box band, också från Hedemora. De bildades 2005, men verkade väldigt rutinerade. Sångaren var ju lite söt också. ;-) Jag och Marica som är stora fan av irländsk folkmusik drog med Marcus fram till kravallstaketet. Vi kunde dock inte sjunga med så mycket, eftersom de sjöng, för oss, okända låtar.

I väntan på Bag in Box Band...

Bag in Box Band. Fr. v. Jonas Blomström, Peter Westlund,
Stefan Westlund och Stina Thörnqvist

Stina på tinwhistle

Peter och Stefan på mandolin(?) och banjo

Memo till mig själv:

• Köpa Invasions CD
• Köpa Bag in Box Bands CD
• Köpa Jeppe the King & Memphis Blue Bands CD
• Köpa Mimikrys CD

Haha... förutsatt att det finns några skivor att köpa... dessutom är jag mer än lovligt fattig nu. Har inte ens råd att köpa mig en liter mjölk känns det som. Oh, well, bara en dryg månad kvar till lön.

My New Epithet!

He he... I know, I know, I can't save everyone, but I'll always do my very best...

http://thesunnystreet.blogspot.com/2006/08/diana-er-queen.html

"Miss?! It's a bit cold!"

Ha ha... I've been telling Anthony that the students in Sweden call their teachers by their first name, but I've been proven wrong. I started at a new school two weeks ago and never before have I been called "miss" so many times. I mean, the pupils are 13-14 years old, they are teenagers on their way to adulthood. I'm not used to be called miss, all my other students have called me Diana. But here on Domnarvets skola most students say "miss" and after the umpteenth time I felt kind of desperate and frustrated and told them to please call me Diana. The answer I got was that they couldn't, they were so used to call their teachers miss. So... I gave up... ;-) I'm a miss now... Miss Wall.

On Wednesday we brought our students to Hagbacksplan to play some games and give them co-operation tasks in order to get them more aquainted with each other. It was pissing down during the whole day, and do you know how teenagers dress when we tell them to dress after the weather condition? Well, they sure don't put on Wellingtons or a rain cap. They wear tight jeans, t-shirt and... hmm...practically nothing else. But they didn't complain that much... There was just this boy who, in a quiet voice, said "Miss!? It's a bit cold!".

We also took a photo for the school calendar yesterday and I must say, I have a a fantastic class - 8A. I'm their home-room teacher and they've welcomed me with open arms. One tiny little boy, looking like "Emil i Lönneberga" (Emil of the Maple Hills) offered himself to drive me home... on his bike, so I wouldn't need to go by bus. On one condition I said, if it takes no more than 25 minutes (like the bus does). No problem! He responded. Haha... I'd have liked to see him in the uphill slopes... He wouldn't be so cocky then I think.

Hm... this is a photo of the little boy who played the role of Emil i Lönneberga... seeing this I must admit that he looks a bit like my older brother Joakim when he was a boy. See for yourself.

My brother who turned 40
two weeks ago.

Tomorrow my little sister and her boyfriend move to Falun... in the evening we will probably walk over to Anna-Karin's for some wine and nice food... I'll bring the wine... lots of it! ;-)

One of my most shameful moments...

...happened when I was sixteen years old. For years I was mortified just thinking about it. Now... well, now, I'm even able to laugh about it, I realized today. To give you a hint... I'm reading a book right now "Where Rainbows End" and on page 444 I came across something that brought that very moment back to life. I just started laughing out loud... My shameful moment repeating itself. "The horror! The horror" (from Heart of Darkness for those who don't know)I've added the quote here so you can read it for yourself.

Rosie: [---]...and we drank all day. Unfortunately it was ruined by the fact that I fell and hit my head, had to be raced to the hospital in an ambulance where I received seven stitches [---]. The parents were none to pleased.

Ruby: I bet they weren't. How did you fall? Were you doing your funky moves on the dance floor again?

Rosie: Actually, no. I was only sitting on my stool.

Ruby: Ha ha. Only you could fall on the floor while you were sitting down.

Well... Rosie isn't the only one...

Trust me on that...

I have a scar to prove it...

Only too true...

"Mistakes are the portal to discovery"

~ James Joyce ~

My Da - The Europan Champion

Ha... What an excellent father I have! When I was a little girl I thought my father could do anything. He knew everything, could fix anything and he was the best father one could have.

At the moment he's in Germany on the European Championship Shooting Contest (or whatever it's called) and my mother phoned me today, telling me that he became the European Champion of his class. Well, there you see... my father can do anything. He knows everything and he can fix anything. He's the best father to have... He's superman!

All for now!
A Proud Daughter

"They can't block out the light in here"

In the Name of the Father! What a fantastic film! Watched it last night and I can't believe I've missed out on this film for so many years. I've heard about it, but never got around to see it. Daniel Day-Lewis is excellent in the role of Gerry Conlon, but I also love Postlethwaite who plays the father Giuseppe. It's a film which upsets and disturbs me. It really gets to me, knowing that's based on a true story and all. I was practically glued to the telly for about two and half hour. Afterwards I was so winded up I couldn't sleep, so I had to read a book... didn't fall asleep until three o'clock...


Gerry: Was I always bad, was I?
Giuseppe: Not always.
Gerry: I don't deserve to spend the rest of my life in here do I?
Giuseppe: All they done was block out the light.
Gerry: They can't block out the light in here.

Inside I'm dancing

Saw this wonderful film tonight called Inside I'm Dancing. It's about two disabled young guys, Rory and Michael. They are each others total opposites, but somehow they become friends and challenge the world and it's prejudice and preconceived notions together. The film contains a lot of black humour and I laughed, I cried and had this knot in my stomach because I knew somthing bad was going to happen. Even though the film was quite sad, I enjoyed it.

This will be a mellow weekend... I'm just going to plan for the up-coming weeks at school. Anna-Karin and I will take a badly needed walk tomorrow. We haven't been out walking for quite a while... haha... so lazy right now. However, next Friday I'll buy a monthly ticket to Friskis & Svettis. Time to shape up and remind myself what aching muscles feel like. ;-D

Good news is that my little sister is moving to Falun, probably next weekend. It'll be fun having her around. Have to persuade her to have a house-warming party. Hehe... I rememer when we were kids... We didn't get along that well... I thought she was always destroying my Barbies and my other toys and I told her in an angry voice that I'd certainly tell her when she got older how impossible she was and that she ruined my precious Barbie dolls. Ha...

Marica and I ...and my teeth before

the braces came into my life.

I was only six when she was born, and when we visited my mother and Marica at the maternity hospital they put Marica in my arms... I was... terrified!! Didn't know what to do but to sit there, stiff and uncomfortable. Luckily... as the years passed, we got along much better and now we can talk to each other about just about anything.

BTW, got my eagerly awaited present from Anthony the other day and it was the film In the Name of the Father, which he and I had been talking about. I haven't seen it, but heard so much about it. Everyone says it's a fantastic film! I'm planning on seeing it tomorrow. ;-)

Well, it's soon one o'clock in the morning and I should go to bed... an empty, cold bed... pity me! ;-p

Avast, me hearties! I see ya!

Just think of all the time and effort it takes me to write these blogs, entertaining and informing you about my everyday life. Admit it! You're addicted to my blog! You can't wait for me to write the next one. Ha... well, then it surely wouldn't be too much to ask of you to write a comment once in a while, eh? Would it?

I might go on strike you know, so think twice... you bilge rats! *laughing devlishly*

To conclude my day...

• Lots of papers (in fact tons of papers)
• Lots of information (my mind wandered away)
• Lots of names (forgotten most of them already)
• Lots of faces (new and familiar ones)
• Lots of confusion (what's new? I'm often confused... Ha...)

Shall I go on?

My new school (photo from the school calendar):

Domnarvets skola

How’m I ridin’? I’m ridin’ high...

I feel so great right know... I don't even feel the same anxiety I usually feel when starting a new job. Have other, more interesting and joyful, things to think about and to look forward to. But of course I do have some butterflies in my stomach, tickling me and trying to get me nervous about meeting new colleagues... I would lie otherwise. But I get along with most people so I shouldn't really bother.

Besides, I don't have to worry about meeting my new students quite yet. They don't start school until Monday the 21st. I've been looking through the school calendar today, studying their faces and trying to learn some names. I know they appreciate a teacher who makes an effort to learn the names as soon as possible. I know some teachers which after three years with the same students still haven't learned all the names. I think that's kind of disrespectful.

This has been a weekend of solitude (or loneliness, whatever you prefer). But it was for the best, because that gave me time to tidy my apartment and do the washing. Anna-Karin stopped by for a short while today though to borrow my hiking boots, because her daughter is going on a hike with her school next week. She'd better stock up with a lot plasters, that's what I'm saying. I ought to be an expert... could get blisters just by looking at my poor feet...

Speaking of nothing at all... do kisses cure every ailment and injury you might get or suffer from? I'd like to think so. Better do some research on that. ;-)

That's all for now...
Diana alias Jana alias Lopploella alias Fiaskrutt alias... well don't have any more nick-names... I think...

My Secret Life as a Reluctant Maid

Ha... Victory! I managed to wake up all by myself, without cawing magpies, annoying alarm clocks which could cause you heart failure or early phone calls where you're almost incapable of making yourself understood becuase your mumbling too much. Long sentence there huh? Haha... well, I'm an expert in long sentences... so get used to it.

Ever since I got back to Falun I've been trying to mobilize all my strength and power for cleaning up my apartment. I'm done with my closet, and have about six or seven bags of clothes that I might as well throw away, because I'll never use them again. Yesterday, I had a fight with the balcony which was covered in yellow pollen. It was everywhere, absolutely everywhere I'm telling you. I got rid of it as well as some spiders and earwigs which occupied my flowerpots.

So... my closet and balcony, places guests seldom take a closer look at, are sparkling. However the rest of the place certainly needs a good dusting and vacuuming, or else the dust angels might attack the next visitor (the Swedish word for dust angel is much more funnier and suitable I think - Dammråtta - one could translate it to Dust Rat).

"Hear Ye! Hear Ye! The Dust Rats will attack you if you don't arm yourself with a vacuum cleaner. Beware, beware of the Dust Rats! Save yourselves! Vacuum for your lives!!"

Oh, all right... I know I'm being silly, but I had fun writing it though! ;-)

If there's one thing I absolutely loathe, it's vacuuming... the vacuum cleaner and I are not very good friends. In fact, we despise each other. Nevertheless, we both keep a stiff upper lip and do the job together, thoroughly but quickly, in the war against the Dust Rats (angels)!

Wish me luck... I'm joining the battle against the Dust. I might not come back alive, so... dear friends and family, just rummage through my apartment for things you want if the worst should ever happen...

Best Wishes,
The Reluctant Maid

Against Boredom the Gods Themselves Fight in Vain...

Aahh.. so bored… after several weeks of partying, meeting relatives and friends, travelling and having great fun, I’m once again stuck in my apartment. Tonight I have nothing planned… Anna-Karin’s in Insjön and my little sister’s in Stockholm together with her boyfriend, packing her belongings for the up-coming move to Falun.


I thought I would have an evening devoted to relaxation and recreation. Well, I’ve taken a bubble bath and I’m already fed up with relaxation and recreation… What to do? If only the scientists had invented a machine which could take you to another place in just an instant, I would use it and go to Dublin and see Anthony. That would've been great. However, there are probably more important things for the scientists to invent… so here I am… having a really boring night. My money is all gone and I won’t get my pay check until the 25th this month.


It’s only a quarter past nine and I have to come up with something to do. I’m too restless to read, too restive to watch TV, too impatient to prepare for the approaching school start. That settles it then… I’m going for a walk…

Några visdomsord på morgonkvisten...

Underskatta aldrig Nalle Puh! Ha...

• "Människor som inte tänker ordentligt har inga hjärnor, snarare har de grått ludd som flugit in i huvudet på dem av misstag."

• "Om personen du talar med inte tycks lyssna, var tålmodig. Det kan helt enkelt vara så att han har lite ludd i ena örat."

• "Om du försöker hitta hem men istället hittar en grop, kan du försöka att leta efter en grop. Då skulle du med all säkerhet inte hitta en grop, vilket skulle vara bra, för då kanske du hitter någonting du inte letar efter, vilket skulle kunna vara precis det du letar efter."

• "Man kommer ingen vart med ett samtal om den andre personens svans bara nätt och jämnt är inom synhåll under konversationens andra hälft."

• Jag kanske borde tala om för dig, sa Puh, att det inte är en vanlig båt. Ibland är det en båt, och ibland är det närmast en Olyckshändelse. Det beror alldeles på om jag är över eller under den.

Storms make trees take deeper roots...

Jahapp... så är man åter nedklubbad till jorden, med ett hammarslag i huvudet av Tor. Man ska akta sig för att flyga för högt, för att skapa för många förväntningar, för att tro mer om verkligheten än vad den har att ge för tillfället. Nåväl... jag kan vara stolt, jag kan vara nonchalant och värdig när det behövs. Jana ska sätta sig på sina höga hästar ett tag och visa att hon minsann inte är hur medgörlig och eftergiven som helst. Jag vet att jag säkert tar åt mig mer än vad jag behöver, men vad fan... jag tänker inte återigen vara en som står till tjänst när det passar och som vackert får stå tillbaka när den andra parten inte kan kompromissa. Är trött på att vara snäll och eftergiven. Förtjänar mycket mer än så...

Kom hem, på uselt humör, plockade fram min mp3, kom på att jag hade Marcus (Ynnes) låtar inlagda, satte mig på balkongen och började lyssna. Blev på bättre humör, men också på stridshumör... fanimej... Nu ska jag bida min tid... Marica, hälsa Marcus att han fick igång min fighteranda. Welcome to the Wall clan Marcus, and thanks for watching out for my sister in Stockholm...


Strength is a matter of the made-up mind

Bloody Magpies!

So I'm actually up before eight o'clock. Dead tired, I bet my eyelids are hanging down to my knees. I went to sleep at half past two so I haven't slept for that long. And I had this really weird dream tonight... it was so crazy. Anyway, I'm not up this early because I decided to, but because of two f****ing magpies outside my window who were arguing over which one of the two were in charge of the territory... or something like that. So their cawing went on until I got up and got out on my balcony and shooed them away...

I won't get back to bed, I won't get back to bed.... AAhhh... so tiiired!

Jack Sparrow and Kick Stand Thieves

All right so... finally been to the cinema and admired Jack Sparrow. Johnny Depp may try as hard as he can, but he will never be unattractive... not even by running like a frill lizard. Haha... Seriously speaking though, it was an entertaining film with many opportunities to laugh out loud. Anna-Karin and I could hardly sit still in our chairs... don't get me wrong, it wasn't because we were so excited, but because the chairs were soooo uncomfortable. After just an hour our poor bums were hurting like...hell!! After two and and a half hour I believe our bums had a near death experience... or something like it. We pushed our bicycles a while on our way home just to spare us some more pain...

Talking of bicycles... I made a discovery when I came back home to Falun last week... someone, a very weird someone, had stolen my kick stand... can you believe it? The kick stand was gone but my bike was left. Hmm... what on earth does anyone need a single kick stand for? To beat up your annoying neighbour with? Use as a drink stick? or perhaps a drill girl needed a new drill rod/stick/staff (or whatever it's called) ?

Waiting unpatiently now for the postman to bring me something special... today, my letterbox was totally empty, not even a single flyer... but tomorrow might bring me a surprise. Ha... I'm pathetic... waiting for the postman like a little girl... hehe...

Fit as a fiddle...

Ireland from up above

I was just so tired earlier today, I felt like I would fall asleep right at Anna-Karin's kitchen table. So I went home, wrote an e-mail to Anthony and then I jumped into bed, pulled the cover over my head and in a few minutes I was fast asleep. Woke up three hours later feeling like a new person. However... now, at 1.50 in the night/morning I don't feel the urge to sleep at all... which makes this night quite a bore... what's there to do? I watched an Irish comedy earlier "The Most Fertile Man in Ireland". It wasn't that funny though, quite sad actually, if I'm to say.

Anyhoooo... I'm going to Ireland again... ;-) don't know exactly when, but soon... I hope...

On my last day in Dublin I saw this amazing rainbow
going right down into the clocktower(?).

You know what they say... at the end of the rainbow you'll find a treasure. I'll have to find out then if that saying proves to be right... ;-)

The Thirtieth Birthday Party in Insjön

Anna-Karin and Anders invited me to Anders's birthday party in Insjön last weekend. It was really nice. We had a barbecue and wine and beer and we danced and had a laugh.

Anna-Karin and I drinking wine... one of our favourite
things to do when we get together. ;-)


Anna-Karin gazes out over Dalälven

Nice view from the jetty.
It was about 20 degrees in Dalälven that day.

This is the birthday boy himself, Anders.
He is striking a pose by the piano at his parents' house.

Anna-Karin and Anders are preparing
for the up-coming birthday party.

Anna-Karin's preparing another grill because
we were so many fighting for the space on the first one.
Meanwhile Dan, Anders and Magnus are
watching her doings with concerned faces.

Time for Anders to take off into the air...

Near death experience?

Anders playing the guitar for his guests.

Therese, Anna-Karin and I were dancing around
with the children before it was time for them to go to bed.
My left arm hurt for several days after that.

Anna-Karin's explaining to us how the Swedish chef
in the Muppets sounds like... yep... Gibberish!

Another glass of wine and we feel just fine...

More photos will be added as soon as blogger.com works properly...
Blir fan TOKIG på det krånglandet...

Fortune Favours Me..

Han ringde, ringde ringde mig idag! Och min tunga kändes tio gånger så stor och mitt hjärta kunde inte bestämma sig för om det skulle sluta slå eller galoppera iväg i 180. Jag sluddrade på orden och mitt ordförråd begränsades till en grottmänniskas. Han ringde, ringde, ringde idag! Euforisk - befinner mig i ett lyckorus och känner mig halvt berusad.




Jag har sett varenda vrå av Sveriges land
Jag har härjat runt i loger och på Grand
Jag har letat efter ro för min skakande hand
efter dig efter dig efter dig

Du är resan som jag velat ska ta fart
Du är gåtan som jag aldrig löser klart
Du är början på nåt nytt och någonting underbart
för mig för mig för mig

Lars Winnerbäck – För dig

You know you're having a mighty fine day when...

...you find yourself dancing around the livingroom to the theme to the kids programme Engie Benjy (Meckar-Micke) and singing along with a smile on your face.

"Meckar-Micke, Bullen och Dan..."

"Engie Benjy, Jollop and Dan..."

Happy, happy, happy...

I feel like dancing around, having a sing-song and acting silly and childish... Haven't had this feeling for a very long time, and I'm more than delighted to embrace it again... I almost feel as carefree as I did as a child... No worries!

Young and carefree then...
and once again...

Pretty much sums up my thoughts right now...

Jag dricker glögg med balkongdörren öppen inatt,
jag är så trött på alla mail och koder
Jag vill ha dig här på riktigt inatt
och suga liv ur din halspulsåder...


Winnerbäck - Jag hugger i sten

Wanted! A Summer Holiday that Lasts Longer!

This summer has been really great, even though it feels way too short. I've spent some time with my family, especially my little sister Marica. We've been taking long walks with Gizmo, the dog, making him addicted to very loooong walks... I wonder how he'll survive without his walks now that we both are leaving.

I've also been to Felix's christening, celebrating a relative who turned 50, seeing friends and as I've been writing in my previous blogs, been to Dublin, Ireland. Will never forget that trip... ;-)

Johanna, I, Marica and Carola.

Johanna and Carola are our nieces.

The best nieces we could ever have.

They're fantastic!

Marica and her boyfriend Marcus,
and our nieces again.

Marcus's pushing Marica around
in my old pedal car. She seems to enjoy
herself I think... ;-)

Saying hello to the newly shaved sheep at Bada Mansion.
Poor thing... he really did look ugly.

My older sister Jessica and her husband Håkan.
They have three children, Jesper, Moa and Felix.

NOTICE! Ok... blogger.com doesn't always work as it should... so if it's possible I'll add some more photos later...

It's burning through to my soul...

I feel my temperature rising
Help me, I'm flaming
I must be a hundred and nine
Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me
I just might turn into smoke
But I feel fine





(E. Presley - Burning Love)

We will meet again but how soon?

The moment you came in to the room,
all my flowers burst into bloom.
We will meet again but how soon?

I need someone who's good,
someone who's true.
Someone who's nice,
I need someone like you.

Watching out for me from heaven…

Have you ever found yourself feeling kind of lonely, staring out into the night on your balcony and then all of a sudden something happens that makes you feel all tingly and elated? Well, that’s what happened me tonight. I was drinking a nice, cold beer on my balcony because it’s so hot and I came to think of my brother who passed away a long time ago. I sometimes think of him and send him a thought or a wish. This particular night I whished for… well, it doesn’t really matter what I whished for, but just seconds later my wish came true and I felt like a blushing teenager again. And it made me believe that perhaps Tommy is watching over me and my family, making sure we’re doing all right and that we feel loved and taken care of.

Tommy

Whatever destiny has in store for me I’m sure it will all be for the best…

On Friday I got some news that I’ve thought would upset me when I eventually would get it, but surprisingly all it really did to me was making me feel free and relieved. And I’ve been in such a good mood all weekend after realizing what positive effect it had on me. I’m free to do whatever I want… to go wherever I want…. whenever I want to…

Living the life of Riley… ;-)