After months of procrastinating working hard, I have finally finished writing all the papers I was required to by the Finnish Board of Education (in my endeavour to have my teaching credentials recognized here).
These two papers are the last, and were taken to the post office today and sent off to my professor for reading.
Whew. I’m so glad that’s done:)
You are already getting tired of posts about the weather. But, really, there’s nothing much more I got up my sleeve (poor English was intentional there).
We woke up to this, this morning:
Mattias already is asking if he can go walk on the ice.
I don’t think so.
Well, it looks like winter has officially arrived.
I was going to do a post on Monday about how it’s actually good to have snow now . . . reasons like:
the snow makes it appear to be lighter during these long, dark days of winter
it’s a little easier to see the road when the snow is piled up along the edge
I’d rather drive on packed snow than black ice
But then, it warmed up on Monday, a bit. And then it got colder again. That means the roads are now covered in slush that’s frozen again. Ya know . . . it’s like driving on a washboard . . . and if your tires find their way out of the ruts, who knows where you’ll go. Needless to say, I’ve been “white-knuckling” most of my driving these past couple of days.
However, the kids are enjoying it. (it’s –8 C here, and she’s waiting for the school bus to come with her brothers so she can check if she left her gloves on it earlier when she had her ride home)
It was better earlier in the week when it was a little warmer and better snow for building with. It’s too cold now – the snow doesn’t pack.
Did ya know that they actually have a special word here for the kind of snow that makes good snowmen? Blidsnö.
Oh. And Sunday was Father’s Day in these here parts. Joel made a cake.
He did it all himself. It has a green tractor on it.
That’s all I’ve got for now:)
Last night, Mattias was at a party, Joel was at a friend’s house and Stefan was at the farm, so Sofia and I had “fredags mys” on Saturday.
“What’s that?” you ask?
Fredags mys (translated as Friday coziness) is a concept here in parts of Scandinavia where family and friends gather on Friday evenings after a successful week and celebrate the beginning of the weekend with snack foods, takeaway, finger foods, candy, and watching television. According to ethnologist Charlotte Hagström at Lund University, fredags mys is a modern rite. It can also relieve stress. (I got that info from the Swedish version of Wikipedia.)
Anyways, Sofia and I had fredags mys. I lit candles. We ate popcorn. We drank Root Beer. And we watched a video.
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