Where the hell did THAT week go?

Damn! Sorry about that! Before I knew it, it was Friday and I realized I have totally neglected the blog.

Of course, I neglected everything else also, so it's not like the blog is being picked on. My husband hasn't had a home cooked meal once this week (well he made himself spaghetti one night, from a jar) and the house is a fright.

It's just been one of those weeks, you know? What with busy-ness at work and then after work activities, I get on the computer just to catch up on stuff from home and a couple checks on email and then I need my sleep.

So, to catch up:

Sheer busy busy busy at work, and it will only get more so. We've had an office move, so there is a bunch of niggly detaily stuff to follow up on with that. And, as the ONLY GIRL in my group, the boys tend to stand around my office to chat. I think men need a certain amount of Girl Time each day, they must talk to a woman to center themselves, and I am the one they come to. Just call me Mama Karla.

Tuesday evening I went with some friends, Pam and Kristin, to Jan's beautiful old farmhouse to go cross country skiing. She and her husband Peter rented this old house, a traditional Norwegian farmhouse, that has fields all around it, and they are lovely and flat and covered with nice thick snow and it is perfect for this somewhat nervous beginning skiier. There was only one downhill slope worth mentioning, and both Jan and I were a little "Oh Shit!" about it, but it was no problem and we both glided down like, if not pros, then perhaps semi gangly storks on skis. I really enjoyed myself, fell twice, both, I might add, when I was standing still, so obviously I should keep moving and not stand around. Jan made us a wonderful fat free veggie soup for apres ski, tasty as hell. It was a very nice evening. I am glad that I have fallen into a good group of smart, funny women who are also slow skiiers like me!

Wednesday was my after work yoga class, this time in Norwegian, which I found very frustrating. Why he did English one class and Norsk the next I don't know, as we were told the class would be in English, but that's how it went. (The class is sponsored by my ofice, in our canteen, and we are an English speaking company, though many Norwegians work there.) I don't really know the yoga words in Norwegian, not an area I really ever focussed on, so it was hard to follow along without looking around, but he had us all facing away from center so we had to follow along by listening. It's not very relaxing to concentrate so hard on the words AND try to relax and breathe. Many people in the class were lost. He said he would do more English next time.

Thursday I went out for sushi with Kristin. We have a new place here very close to our house, it's very good, though the wait staff can be iffy. The waitress this time was kind of bossy and trying to force me to use chopsticks and treating me like a Stupid American. (Europeans do tend to think that if you are American, you don't know shit about shit and need educating on things. Kind of annoying, after a while.) I'm like, "Honey, I'm 40. If I had WANTED to be proficient in the use of chopsticks, I would have done so by now. I have ruined too many clothes by using the things. I don't like them. As it is, for me, it is very low on my list of life priorities to master this particular skill, just bring me a damn fork now and quit trying to educate me. I just want to eat my fucking raw fish!" I didn't say that, but it certainly was the wording running through my head. As I said, though, the food was good. That's why we go there.

Last night was pub night. We were home early, by 10:30. Bless them, they have bought a couple cases of a very nice rosé wine, just for me. The other girls have caught on to my new rosé habit, and now THEY drink it too. I think the pub should give me a cut of the business I bring them, I really do.

And today? Snowing absolute puppies and kittens out there, fluffy fluffy all over. We had a big melt this week, and there was a slight hint that Spring might actually arrive some day, but Winter really likes to hang on and show its strength. It's probably bucketed down 4 inches or so, and more to come. Well, that just means decent skiing tomorrow. (Holy shit, yes, I am becoming assimilated by the Norwegians. Did anyone EVER think they'd hear me say something like that?)

So, to the shower and then some grocery shopping. Saturday errands!