Back in Sweden and back to
as if the last four weeks never really happened. But I have pictures to prove that it did, and also a stack of Commie books.
Also stuff from my grandmother's house, because after 97 years it was finally time for her to admit she couldn't care for herself properly any more and roll on up to an assisted living facility. Last week of my vacation was spent sorting through everything she'd held on to for the past God knows how long, deciding what to keep, what to throw away, and what to donate to charity.
will probably hate me for this, but we ended up donating almost all of the pictures she'd painted because we didn't have room for them, and we weren't sure we could find a library that would be interested in having them as part of a "loan a painting" program that some of them do.
It was actually kind of a trip; we found her monthly budget accounts from back when she was first married in 1941, with all sorts of side notes and comments that were funny to read seventy years later. I ended up with some fun stuff like a pair of wooden elephant bookends from Japan that I named after two of her brothers (justifying it with a rather elegant pun based on the names of her other two brothers). There is also the mantelpiece clock my grandfather gave her as a wedding present, which is still going but needs some TLC from a professional clockmaker before it can take pride of place somewhere in my house.
And that's what it's all about, up in the mix.
I dunno. Pasta or rice?