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( Mar. 4th, 2009 10:03 pm)

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( Mar. 2nd, 2009 12:28 pm)
Visited friends in the country, some miles outside of Stockholm.

V's house. Cold weather again.

Forgot the cut, great. )
Saw winter aconite and snowdrops in bloom down in the allotment gardens today - same place as usual, there's this one particular south-facing flowerbed full of winter aconite that is always the first one out. I will probably not see any flowers in my own garden for another two or three weeks at last, though, the sun doesn't even reach over the tops of the trees to the south yet.
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( Feb. 16th, 2009 11:52 pm)
Well, a tiny, insignificant one, at least - I'm touching up my roots with semi-permanent colour, no more permanent black hair dye for me. It's still a two component colour, so I'm not sure if it will make much of a difference, but I hope that it will make the process easier if/when I decide to go blonde.

Strictly speaking I can't do it before grandma dies, though. It's childish and stupid, but she would be so disgustingly smug and self-congratulatory if she saw me go back to blonde that I just can't face it. We have rubbed one another the wrong way since I was in kindergarten - there's this story about how I wanted to help grandpa dig up potatoes wearing a new skirt when I was five or so (some things never change, fun + pretty clothes = fun²), we got into an argument and it got so out of hand that grandpa intervened and told her to back off and let me get dirty. I must have been a horrible brat, of course, but our relationship is only slightly more civilized nowadays.
The family has been in fine fettle the last few days - grandma dropped her hearing aid in her morning bowl of cereals and almost cracked a tooth on it, I managed to give myself some involuntary electric shock treatment the other day and my father has congratulated my mother on her birthday for the first time in 28 years. At least so she claims - I think she is exaggerating, 25 years seems likelier.  He has become incredibly sentimental since the brain tumor, realising that you are mortal does interesting things to people.

Grandma with my mother on her lap and my aunt standing beside her, late 40's - early 50's.

I am drunk. A is drunker, though, and although I'm pretty sure that's not the correct comparative form of drunk, I can't be bothered to look it up. Götterdämmerung was fantastic, anyway - having seen it I understand why it seems to be the one of the four days of the Ring des Nibelungen cycle that people go to as a stand-alone performance, besides Die Walküre. Almost six hours that definitely did not feel like six hours, and now I'm a little sad that we're done with it. I will miss my bi-weekly dose of Wagner. Must see if there are any tickets to be had for Die Walküre later this spring.

Then I went to Tech Noir, and because I haven't been to a proper Tech Noir since May last year I was a little shocked by how, well, Tech Noir it was - I'd forgotten some of it (how young and nearly naked people are, mostly). Met D, who is a very old and very good friend, made a bit of a tactical mistake when he said that he wasn't drunk enough for Tech Noir and I admitted that I wasn't either. Turned out D had access to free champagne, somehow, and, well, yes. I turned the buzz to good account by arranging a couple of coffee outings with people I like but don't see enough of, complimenting this insanely sexy girl I've been seeing about in the scene, undoing most of the shirt buttons on an old ex-lover and groping a. a couple of boys who are just barely two-thirds of my age, and b. a somewhat older friend who works out a lot. I'm always handsy with him, though, so no matter. Am fully convinced I'll be wearing animal prints in my 50's.

I think I may want to erase this tomorrow, but tonight I'm in a generous mood. Hope you lovely people have had a great Saturday night!

And [livejournal.com profile] tsores , Ville hälsar!
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( Jan. 27th, 2009 11:39 pm)
Sorry, will probably keep pestering you with these for a while - you see, I did retrieve some folders from an old hard drive. Not my oldest one, but there were still a lot of very old photographs on it that I haven't seen in years, hence the nostalgia.

This is me and my brother B in a park in Helsingborg. I have been puzzling over the date - B is two and a half years younger than me, and he wouldn't have come all the way to Skåne for a festival he wasn't sure of being allowed into, so either this festival had no age limit at the door (I remember that Virtual Christmas at Mejeriet in Lund often didn't, not so sure about this place in Helsingborg), or this is as late as the summer of 1999. Sweet enough to make my teeth ache a little, either way.

The goggles are the snow blindness ones, straight from a drawer in Kesudalen, and the thing in my hand is an old electric lantern that I used as a purse - it has a huge battery compartment that I stuffed with ID, cash and powder compact instead. I remember that it worked very well as an ice breaker when flirting, too.

I must see if I can find this photo and get a better scan of it...

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( Jan. 19th, 2009 04:52 pm)
My grandmother wants all of her old photo albums scanned, so I will probably post a few old family photos here - there are great clothes in some of them. We haven't really got started properly yet, but I took the opportunity to have this photograph of my grandfather and my mother on his Matchless motorbike scanned - I think it is some version of the Matchless G3, but that's just a guess based on pictures and the fact that it was developed for military service. Grandpa is in his uniform, obviously, but the bike might be his private property, I suppose - as I remember it, he was in the cavalry, and I have a couple of photos of him on horseback with one of the Finnish refugee children who stayed with grandma and grandpa during the war, too. Must ask mom.
I don't have an exact date, but my mother was born in 1946, so -48 or -49, perhaps?

Great boots and motorcycle goggles. In other photos of grandfather and other guys in his regiment they are wearing jodhpurs with the M/39 furlough uniform, but these look almost like some kind of shorts - trick of the light, perhaps. The jacket has got to be the usual M/39 field tunic.

Grandpa died when I was twelve, and I don't remember him very well. He is one of those people who lives in other people's memories, though - he and my mother were very close, and he seems to have been something of a character. I'm often told anecdotes about him by my mother and grandmother, family friends and people in Kesudalen, where he is still present in many ways.

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( Jan. 14th, 2009 05:28 pm)
A found an ancient website a couple of friends and I created about ten years ago - a very old friend of mine still has it mirrored on his server. I'm not going to give you the link, it's in Swedish anyway, but this photo was on it and I can't resist posting it.

1998, maybe? 1999? Goodness, I overplucked my eyebrows.

I miss T.
Great series of photographs from New Year's Eve:

V and I preparing the dessert after dinner, both of us gloriously tipsy. Love how these came out!
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