Ordinary
Not much words have been written lately. We have been busy, but then what is being busy? Occupied with life as it is with three young kids. Living the day. Running a ‘taxi company’ and driving from school to friends of the kids, to another birthday party, from one sports club to yet another. Trying to have our own social life in between. We’re not complaining, bear that in mind, we just realise we get used to living in this country. We almost start to forget about situations that are curious, that surprise us. I guess you might even say things have gotten ordinary to us.
The kids have for sure completely adapted. The girls are both in school now. Play in the local ’håndball’ team (handball) and both go to horse riding lessons. They have their friends and built up a social life. Even the youngest one, now four years of age, has got his buddies at the barnehage.
The Summer is over and hunting season has started. Supermarkets are full of fresh and frozen pieces of elk, reindeer, deer and what else on four legs and living in the woods. A silly Danish hunter shot the one and only, and easy target, albino elk in the area. This highly annoyed Norwegian hunters, as they left it alone because of its uniqueness. We see hunters with quads driving around with extra car behind it: dead elk tied to it. Laika, our dog, is afraid of the shooting and on several occasions now she ran home without thinking twice. Dog owner, trying to keep up and out of breath, behind her.
Full Autumn Moon
Now that we settled in at our new hometown it was time to do something about our social life. Recently we organised an Autumn beer fest. Neighbours, colleagues and friends came to taste two of M’s beers. Typical Dutch foodies, like frikadellen (Halal and produced in the NL, bought in Sweden!) and Dutch matured cheese were served next to it. One neighbour even arrived in his wooden shoes to complete the party. Plans are made for a next fest in the snow after a ‘langrenn tur’. (cross-country skiing tour)
Living 75 km’s down from our previous address has it’s advantage: the cold arrives a little later than what we were used to. We haven’t changed the tires to spikes yet. M is still riding a motorbike to work, which saves time and the irritation of having to make use of public transport.
Come to think of it, can’t wait for ice. With the lakes around us it will be great to get our speedskates back on! Curious when…
