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happy holidays!
front cafe in SF
flew down to so cal and back with no drugs/alcohol. normally i need something to handle flying without hyperventilating/panicking (even though i've flown many times in my life). occasionally, when there is no turbulence, and i am able to focus on the beautiful views, i do not totally freak out. i do love seeing my home from above. i love that the island of alameda can be so easily seen as a whole. it's graspable (both from above and on foot/bike). i see the green park street bridge, and from there can figure out what the other visible main streets are and where my house is.
after flying over alameda, we passed over the golden gate, which looked like a bright toy bridge against the blue. and then water and more water and the blinding sun casting a gigantic gold circle on the water. and then some rows of curvy clouds lined up seemingly evenly spaced, like a letter written in cloud instead of ink. i got lost in the incredible beauty of the earth, instead of in thinking about how insane it is to be up so high. was still completely exhausted by managing the anxiety though.
at my parents' i sat in the sun on the front steps in the mornings. it was strange and still without any dogs around. first time ever in my life that my parents have been without dogs. no one running up to wipe their shaggy sandy schnauzer beards on me.
saw two of my long time/lifelong friends and then back up to my insistent lap cat, PL. a short but sweet trip.
wispy clouded, sweets-filled, a fika mamma
the glögg is made, the tree is trimmed, the candles burning and the rain falling (finally).
ever since i was little, my mom has occasionally taught once a week night classes in swedish at community colleges, in addition to her regular high school teaching gig (teaching german and french and yearbook). now she's retired, but teaching the swedish class again. she was telling me that last night the lesson was all about conversations around coffee.
she made coffee for her students and brought pepparkakor, and then they talked in swedish about things like whether they wanted milk or sugar in their coffee. of course my first question was, "did you tell them about fika?" and she said she forgot! shocking, right?! i love that in this art-craft blog world so many non-swedes now know about fika. ah the wonders of the world wide web. (my mom will tell her students about fika next week. we don't want them to be completely clueless and deprived.)