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A canvas for splashing my thoughts of the day onto. This could get abstract indeed.
I've been meaning to start a blog for some time, so here it is!

This is where I'll share thoughts and experiences in every colour of the rainbow *Rainbowl**Rainbowr*

Hopefully it will lead to a picture that's interesting for you to look at too.

Welcome!

Have a look, read and add some drops of colourful thoughts of your own *Poseyo*


March 31, 2022 at 5:40am
March 31, 2022 at 5:40am
#1029774
Notes Day 5


It's the final day of March! I'm not sure that I'm ready for it. The wind is still icy cold here, I can't quite sense the approach of April yet. Perhaps as the page of the calendar turns to a brand new month, so will the weather turn to the warmer side of spring. Ha! I'm not optimistic. Maybe when we approach May. May... be... Maybe May will be... good? I'll work on my word play skills. Honestly, I suspect that March and April are in cahoots about the weather more often than not. Now, there's a budding conspiracy theory!

Not quite time to throw out any warm clothes yet, then. Although, a general clean-up feels right at this time of the year. Preparing the mind and soul for a fresh new season, that will eventually come. It will. It will!

I have to admit, though, that I don't really mind the time we are in right now, it's just not particularly green and friendly yet. Nonetheless, after a long winter the longing for spring is real. Body and mind both ache for it. Perhaps I'll throw out some worn ice grippers, as a show of faith to the new season. It might appease the weather gods, you never know. A little superstition never hurt anyone. (Or has it? Might be worth investigating some other day...)

Something I've brought out as March nears it's end, though, is a pair of sunglasses. The cold wind, in combination with the bright light of this transitional period, gives me a lot of headaches. Perhaps this is like the teenage of spring? An awkward transitional phase that gives everyone a lot of trouble in its struggle to find out what it's supposed to be now. Don't worry, then, I'm sure it just needs some time and positive encouragement. It just needs to know we believe in it (and that we have certain expectations regarding its behaviour). I'll throw out some worn out old mittens while I'm at it, and dig out my light beige trench coat. You never know?



March 31, 2022 at 2:53am
March 31, 2022 at 2:53am
#1029772
Notes Day 4


Yesterday, I mentioned how the pandemic has affected my Easter two years in a row. In the middle of a crisis the size of Titanic, the issue of whether I get to celebrate Easter like usual, or not, might seem smaller than a flea's eye. However, it's a big deal for me. Let me tell you why.

First of all, my family (mother, father, brothers,...) live further south in Norway than me. That means I only get to meet them in person when I go there during my holidays. I don't have an Easter to spare, family time is important. Spending time with my family is like the heart resurging with blood after a beat. It is simply necessary.

Furthermore, traveling in a country like Norway makes a difference in climate. It's a country stretched from North to South further than a dog's ear in a child's hand. The weather can be quite bleak where I live. Not all the way North, where they have real winter. No, I live somewhere around the middle, where the weather stays grayer than a politician's morals most of the year.

Add to these bleak-as-Poe circumstances that the sun is shy as a maiden for at least half of the year, only peeping out for a precious few hours each day in winter, well then you can probably understand that a journey to fairer surroundings can not wait. I need that sweet holiday sunshine as much as Will Smith thinks Chris Rock needs a smack.

Fingers crossed, then, that this year will be better. I'm as excited as Putin before a war (NO, Andre!!) a child before xmas to celebrate with my family this year. After two very just-missed-the-bus years, I think it's high time for a surprise-tax-refund year, after all. It's what we all deserve.






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