Norway was incredible. Such a place of beauty and solidness. The people are all confident, but not arrogant; strong, but not overbearing. Okay, maybe they're a little too tall for me, but that only became an issue when my feet couldn't hit the floor in more than one variety of chair. And the land---it makes Alaska look tame and kitschy in comparison. As soon as I get back home (in a week), I will upload the hundreds of photos I took and post some favorites. In the meantime, it's more photo opportunities as I spend a few days with family and then fly to Chicago to see my best friends for Matthew and Alethea's wedding. Then it's home indefinitely, which I'm pretty ready for--I have a nursery to arrange and three tiny months to do it. Ahhh!
26 May 2010
I Think My Inner Clock is Syncopated
I just watched the little upper corner clock on my aunt's MacBook Pro tick from 6:14 to 6:15 am while my internal clock blinked 12:00, 12:00 over again. I woke up about three hours ago after the world's strangest dream about visiting non-existent Juneau nightlife with Kip and crying when I saw people burning a copy of a book by John Paul II. The baby starting kicking really hard in either real life or dream world, and either way it woke me up to a dark room in Pennsylvania and a few too many blankets whose heat probably caused the dream in the first place. It was 9 am Norway time, so my body said, "Why not?" I rolled over and called Kip, tried to sleep a little bit more, finally gave up and got up, went to the bathroom, poured myself a bowl of Honey Smacks, and have been sitting on the recliner watching the Science channel and surfing the Internet ever since. I should be finishing sewing the bridesmaids' gifts for Alethea, but there's time for that after another bathroom break and bowl of cereal (lest I forget that Bean is in constant need of snacks and finds my bladder a particularly cushy place to rest). Besides, the Sun's coming up and the light burning a few feet away is officially unnecessary (which I love).
at 6:14:00 AM