On where I've been and what I've done

This is a vague intermezzo of a blog post. As usual, to assure you that I haven't dropped off the planet or anything but merely been occupied with Real Life.


But, as it happened, two other people dropped off the planet last week. As in, expired. Departed. Joined the here-after. And left behind a grieving family.  I am not family, but friend of family. The loss is not mine, not directly, yet my life will be affected by the new reality that now exists.  I am so very sorry for them.


On a lighter note, I have also been on a mini-break to Sicily.  I read one book a day, walked for miles and miles, and ate loads of delicious Italian food.  Will post pics later; till then, take care.

Ode til grisen

I mit køleskab ligger der alt, alt for meget bladselleri og bredbladet persille. I fredags, da jeg købte det i Bazar Vest, var mængden lige tilpas. Men da jeg kom hjem lå mit lille marsvin i sit bur og var død, så nu har jeg alt for mange grøntsager..

Piv. Jeg er jo ganske vist voksen og alt det der, men når mine små pelsede venner dør, viser det sig altid, at jeg alligevel kun var 5 år gammel. *pudse næse*

Så nu er der en lille grav med mini-påskeliljer i mine forældres have, og et tomt bur herhjemme. Suk.

Felix (også kendt som Gammelfar)

Død 11. marts 2011, mæt af dage og krydderurter

My guinea pig died :-(  It's so sad when we lose our furry little friends. Even if my birth certificate says I'm technically an adult, I'm really only 5 years old, so I cried a little.  And now, there's a tiny grave (with miniature daffodils) in my parents' garden (where all the guinea pigs and budgies from my childhood found their final resting place), and an empty cage in my house. Sigh. But he had a good, long life, and died with his tummy full of his favourite herbs. A piggy can't ask for more than that. And neither can I.