make such a difference, when you stop to think about them. Small changes in life that you hardly notice – or you go into kicking and screaming.
May 6th. We awoke to snow on the roof tops. Now, the temperature is nearing 5C and there is a fine rain falling from an almost totally blue sky – so fine that you catch yourself thinking you might be imagining it. Sunday – a lazy day with an incredibly slow, delicious beginning. Crawling, bleary eyed into the morning, sitting in bed drinking coffee and reading… the kind of things that can’t happen on weekdays, Snoopy, patiently waiting his breakfast and walk, snuggling up on the bed beside David. Surely, he is a lapdog soul in a tall dog body.
We are torn, on weekends, between going out and exploring, and just settling down to relax. The weekdays begin so early, especially now that David is cycling the 18 km to work. I can relax and plan my day afterwards, but it has already begun at 5:30 am, and I’ve never been one for going back to bed. And all next week, I will be heading into Stavanger on the 9:25 train to help with the catering for the May Jazz festival. It tires me to go out every day, but the upside is company and a feeling of doing something new – and maybe even meeting someone who lives close by and needs someone to have coffee with once in a while.
Yesterday was May 5 – Cinqo de Mayo celebration in South America. Definitely NOT Cinqo de Mayo weather – we had intermittent snow showers all day, punctuated by clear blue skies.We were busily surfing Google maps for bus directions as David wanted to buy a fishing rod, and then we were invited to a celebration by friends from Halliburton – he is from southern USA – she from Brazil. This is a new experience for us – not just being able to hop in a car and go where we want – and WHEN we want. I think the hardest part of it is having to work on someone elses timetable. Rushing the mile plus downtown to catch the bus to the mall – and JUST making it…. sitting in the bus shelter at the mall, awaiting the bus to take us to Ingrid’s house…. watching the scenery as we trundled along on the bus, and wondering if we would pick the correct stop to get off…. following the map on my phone to get us to the right street. We did it – I guess we can survive the next 3 months.
Because of the cold weather, Ingrid has the heater on to make it seem more like the celebration in her native Brazil. I even had to take my sweater off – it was so good to be warm. Good Mexican food, fruit smoothies or beer to drink. Young Norwegian co-workers – good company and great conversation. They switch from Norwegian to English with such ease, even Ingrid, who grew up speaking Portuguese. Her lovely, blue-eyed daughter, 3 1/2, bright and cheerful, seems to adapt to the national epidemic of divorcing families. (Here, they have an uncanny knack of remaining good friends, often living next door to each other so there is minimal disruption in the childrens’ lives). And it is so nice to be accepted – and invited- by a younger generation. I understand now just how special it was for my parents when my siblings’ friends would come down to visit with them.
After a lovely afternoon/evening, we trudged off towards the bus stop homeward bound – and decided we would splurge and take a taxi – buses don’t run so often on weekends. With our limited grasp on Norwegian pronunciation, it was a bit of a task to explain to the dispatcher just where we were, but in the end, we were soon sitting inside a taxi, on the way home. Funny – after just two weeks, how wonderful it felt to actually ride in a vehicle again – something I had taken for granted for so long.
And so today – a long walk with the dog, and then, I think, it will be studying Norwegian grammar, and also the Driving manual so we can take our written test and be on the road to our new Norwegian drivers licenses – in 3 months or so! At least the sun is shining.