Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Lady's Slippers

Here you go, Lasse: lady's slippers or, as you call them in Sweden, cuckoo boots.
These are already starting to wilt. There are quite a few in the very wet ditches along our road.


Everett’s Grade 12 classes have ended. His exams end Thursday, and then school's out for him, as it has been for Emil since yesterday. I ask him what he would like to do to celebrate. Go out for a meal? No, he says; all he will eat in restaurants are grilled cheese sandwiches anyway, and the portions are never enough (he could have two orders, but that hasn’t occurred to him). Have a barbecue and invite friends and family, like many graduates do? No; that doesn’t interest him. Well, what? “It would be a treat to me if I could have the house all to myself for an entire day,” he says. Perhaps that could be arranged. Little bugger.


He phoned Dad to thank him for the gift of money, and later I joked (because everyone brings this up), "And did he ask what you're going to do now?"

"Yeah," Everett said, "and he told me I would have to do something, but that there's no point him telling me anything because I have to figure it out for myself."

He added, "That's the smartest thing anyone has said!"


Excerpt from a diary entry of my favourite diary-keeper, Anaïs Nin:

July5, 1939
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.



  1. Yeah to summer. Congrats to the grad. Hope he finds something he enjoys doing. Have a good weekend. Hope the sun shines for you.

  2. Ah, out of the mouths of... well, certainly not babes anymore! Congrats to your boys. They sound well-"cooked".

  3. Congratulations to Everett and Emil. Find out what you are doing for living is not easy. For my Eric it seems to be living like a bum. Try to tell him it wont work, but he dont listening.
    Hope he getting older and smarter some day.
    Lady Slippers and Cuckoo boots, same flowers but differnet coulors in differnet place of the world. Just like pepole.
    Today we salubrate Midsummer (the longest daylight of the year). Guess it will be some good food and a beer or two with our friends


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