We’ve had a disconnect from the internet for a couple of days. I took advantage of the time today to catch up on a book I’m editing. I’ve got just 10,000 more words to go!
Dad and Mary are busy finishing the carpets they have weaved on the loom. Pictures will come later in the week. Downstairs my sister is putting the finishing touches on her packing. She’s going on another Inkaresor trip to Peru.
On Saturday she and Ola fixed a nice dinner for us to celebrate the 200 La Perlita story-papers. I asked Dad in the morning if I should call the ladies I had invited to confirm the time. He said the custom is that they should confirm. Well, the time for the party came and went. Finally, I decided to call. They had misunderstood and had reserved the next Saturday. But these ladies were good sports. They got in the car and drove right over! So we had our celebration. 200 storied is something to celebrate. Another day I will tell more about why it’s so important to me.
Rufsi was showing off so I put him in some fall pictures!
The next day we were invited to my brother Lasse’s place, some 50 miles from here. The evening before I had eaten a big portion of grapes. Warning! Don’t eat too many grapes. My stomach was protesting because it had to work extra to digest all the peelings. I guess that was the case, because it complained by giving me the most awful cramps. It felt so bad not being able to enjoy the visit.
These pictures were taken on the drive over to his house. I was sitting in the center back seat, so in a sense the pictures are a work of art, especially the picture of the red house. My brother-in-law Ola was driving. He turned a corner just as I clicked the button on the camera. To get this picture gave me a “good” feeling in the midst of the stomach cramps.
Mary just came by and said I should put Rufsi by the house to keep watch over it! I would if it wasn’t past eleven pm. There is no energy left for working on photos!
My brother and my sister-in-law at the top and my brother and my sister at the bottom. What a treat to see them together! That doesn’t happen every day. The entrance of the house at the top shows a typical farm house in the province of Smaland. My brother Lars has built it from scratch himself. The potatoes are from their garden. Every time I look at the picture I will remember how I wished I could have had a plate-full. Potatoes picked right from the garden are about the most delicious thing a Swede can have!
Here is something to be guessing on. This was my brother’s cup at the afternoon “fika.” As I’ve written before, here they have to have their coffee, but some people drink tea. What is in the cup? Have a guess until tomorrow!