Boys making smoothies with bluberries they’ve picked themselves. (Well, Emilian picked, Karel bounced and climbed trees).
Phew. It’s been a busy few weeks. Funny how when people ask you ”What are you doing this summer?” and you say, ”Oh, not much. No real plans, ” you do actually understand that there’s no such thing as a non-busy summer. ESPECIALLY in Norway. Confined to huddling near wood-burning stoves or wrapped in 5 layers of highly technical woolen clothing for the majority of the year, it’s really not that surprising that the country pretty literally comes to big fat grinding halt in July. From June on though August, there are festivals every weekend (a stark contrast to life in the spring, where we drive for hours to find something to do).
We’ve been watching a lot of Olympic coverage here at Solvangvegen 17. There are not so many times of year that the T.V. is on all the time — World Cup, Winter Olympics, Every Sunday During the Skiing Season. Bjørn and I are almost getting tired of being glued with backsides to the couch and eyes to the screen every evening between 8 and 11 p.m., dreaming about what track and field events we’d like to be good at. Our relationship has now reached a length that we can remember watching a previous Olympic Games together.