Små Små Steg

Small, small steps

Stanna kvar Snälla sov över här Jag är din nu Jag öppnar mig Du får ta del av min förvirrade världNitton dar Vi har väl känt varandra tillräckligt länge nu Jag öppnar dörren Snälla stanna här tills det blir ljust Det var när du sa: Du tar ju bara små små steg Det händer ingenting, det där Du måste våga chansa mer Våga se vart det bär Ner för gatorna Över parkeringen Håll ihop mig Vi delar en taxi Tio minuter, jag är din i kväll Följ med mig hem Om du är osäker, så var osäker med mig Bortglömda känslor, raderade tankar Nu minns jag igen Det var när du sa: Du tar ju bara små små steg Det händer ingenting, det där Du måste våga chansa mer Våga se vart det bär

Please don’t go Just stay the night I am yours now I open up myself And you can be part of my confusing worldNineteen days And we have known each other long enough now I open up the door So, please, stay till it becomes light That was when you said: You only take small, small steps Nothing ever happens that way You have to risk taking more chances Risk seeing what they might bring Down onto the streets Over the parking lot Stay with me We split a taxi Ten minutes and I am yours for the night Come home with me If you are uncertain, then be uncertain with me Forgotten feelings, long-lost thoughts Now I remember them again That was when you said: You only take small, small steps Nothing ever happens that way You have to risk taking more chances Risk seeing what they might bring

Of course, this song’s lyrics suggest that small, small steps are a bad thing but I’m actually feeling more positive about small, small steps. We keep creeping forward, slowly but inexorably. Of course there are times in life when everything changes in one fell swoop, but in general I’ve taken to thinking about like a dieting: you know how most health professionals will advise against sudden, extreme diets? Sure, you may loose a bunch of weight in the short term but you almost always gain it back and more. Instead they will recommend slow, steady changes to your lifestyle, which are maintainable. I think that advice works well for most things in life–or at least in my life.

And, no, this doesn’t have to do with anything in particular. I just feel pleased that we are taking small steps forward. Yuki is off in Öland for the next couple of months to do his research and I am here in Uppsala on my own until I decide to ditch and visit my family in the States. I still haven’t decided dates (it isn’t helped by the fact that we decided to turn our balcony into a jungle this year and I’m afraid all of our precious veggies will die if I leave them for several weeks at high summer) but mostly I am enjoying my lazy summer life. Sure, it’s only 15 degrees outside but I spend my days translating, playing piano, exercising (not enough of that) and procrastinating (too much of that). My diet is becoming more and more raw–not out of any particular motivation but just because I’m too lazy to cook for myself on sunny days like this. Forget standing in front of a hot stove for ages; I’d much rather throw some fruits and veggies in a blender and sip down a smoothie while enjoying the blue sky after the long, long winter. Hopefully it will warm up enough soon to start putting the plants outside, then I will put up some pictures of our little green balcony…

Not in Sweden.

No, here we dig spring out of the snow and ice with a vengeance. For the past week or two, it has been almost consistently over zero degrees during the day and so spring has arrived. Not that you would necessarily know it: there are still four to five centimetres of ice on most of the pavements and up to a meter of snow clinging dirtily to the sides of roads. But we’re gonna find spring, all right. Just watch us.

Today I saw at least three different crews tossing the snow off of building tops (‘Watch out below!’) and every day I am greeting by the familiar screeching of a dutiful worker hacking away at the ice on the pavements. You think we’ll just wait for nature’s to run its course? We’ve been under snow for four months: Uppsala is officially done with nature.

Vernal tinglings aside, life is puttering along at a nice pace. Work has been quite good and writing is fun as well. Green smoothies are my new crack. (Though slightly undermined by the three boxes of girl scout cookies sent to me by my mum. Tried to explain the absolute FTWness of girl scout to Yuki but he never gets American culture. Le sigh.)

Yuki has finished what should be his last class; all dissertation work from here on out. I’ll be headed to Japan next week to tie up some lose ends–and buy as much food and goodies as I can fit back on a plane–and 2010 continues to be shaping up pretty well. We’re even hoping we might go to the Continent next month as I prefer that Yuki should have at least visited a country before up and moving us there. I wish he would actually learn about the local culture, customs and language, but alas, that seems to be too much to ask. So we’re hoping to at least do a one week fly-by of his top PhD hopes (Germany, the Netherlands, France and Switzerland) but we’ll see if it pans out last minute or not.

Okara and wholewheat semlor with soy whipping cream. Yes, they rocked.

Tried making spring-y wagashi (Japanese sweets). They don’t look so great, but tasted fine going down.

Also made kurimanju (chestnut, um, dumplings?) but we ate them all before I took any photos. And I’ve been making dozens of mochi cream (daifuku or mochi filled with flavored an and whipped cream. Current favs: black sesame, afternoon tea and coffee.)

Oh, and little emperor and empress sweets for girl’s day. Again, they lack in looks but–well, you know.

Oh, and as you may notice, I’ll be trying to write trilingually from now on. We’ll see how long that lasts, but I feel I ought to at least try. Now I’m off to make some semlor (Swedish cream puffs for lent) with okara and whole wheat! I wonder what will happen…

お正月からもう一ヶ月もたったなんて、信じがたいです。今年の１２分の１がすでに終わったこともね。二人とも風邪をひいちゃったし、この２週間は咳のせいでよく眠れなかったのですが、いい年明けになりました。ユウキは修論の課題を考えたり頑張っています。私は面白い翻訳のプロジェクトが何個ありました（あんまり面白くない特許のもありましたが）。そしてこれから一つ、二つ大きなプロジェクトがあり、楽しみにしています。市立図書館の図書館カードもゲットしたので、この頃はスウェーデン語の勉強だという言い訳を自分にしながら子供向けのDVDや本などを借りていました。今日は「縞模様のパジャマの少年」というナチスの強制収容所についてのDVDを借りました。後、ユウキが図書館でスウェーデン語に訳された漫画も借りられると気づいたので、適当に一冊を選んで借りてきました。これでも「勉強」と言えるのかな…

ところで、これからは英、日、瑞の三つの言語で書いていきたいと思います。（ご存知でしたか？スウェーデンって、瑞典って書くんですよ。私は知らなかったです。）長くは続けられないかも知れませんが、一応頑張ったほうがいいじゃないかというわけで…　さて、今からおからと全粒小麦粉を使ってセムロールというスウェーデンのシュークリームをヘルシーにアレンジして作ってみます。どうになるのかな…

Det har redan gått en månad sedan nyårsdagen och det är svårt att tro att en tolftedel av 2010 redan har gått. Även om vi båda två blivit förkylda och inte kunnat sova gott på två veckor, eftersom vi hostar så mycket, så har detta år hittills varit ett bra år. Yuki fortsätter att jobba på sina studier och han funderar på idéer för sin forskning och söker efter en plats att göra sin doktorandtjänst. Jag har haft flera roliga översättningsprojekt (och ett tråkigt patent att översätta) och jag ser fram emot ett eller två stora projekt under de kommande månader. Jag fick ansöka om ett lånekort på stadsbiblioteket så jag har nyligen lånat barnfilmer och barnböcker, under förevändningen att det är bra för min svenska. Idag lånade jag “Pojken i randig pyjamas” och Yuki upptäckte att vi kunde låna manga (japanska serier) på svenska så jag valde ut en på måfå. Oj, jag är ute på hal is…

Förresten ska jag försöka skriva på engelska, japanska och svenska. Det kommer kanske inte att hålla så länge, men jag tror att det är bra att åtminstone försöka. Nu ska jag gå och försöka att baka semlor med okara (sojabönsmassa) och fullkornsvetemjöl. Kommer de bli mer hälsosamma? Kommer de ens bli semlor?

We went skiing on Christmas even back home. Even St. Nick was out enjoying the slopes.
クリスマス・イブにスキー場に行きました。サンタさんもスキーを楽しんでいたようです。
Vi åkte skidor på julafton i USA. Jultomten tycker också om att åka skidor.

Yuki managed to go snowboarding for the first time in ages. He even talked me into snowboarding, though skiing is so much easier for me.
ユウキが久しぶりにスノボーに挑戦しました。私も自らを説き伏せてスノボーをしました。スキーの方が上手なのに…
Yuki hann åka snowboard och han övertalade mig att göra det också–även om jag var bättre på att åka skidor.

What a sourpuss. Dunno what I am doing, other than being cold of course.
なんか酸っぱい？いや、ただ寒かっただけです。
Vilket surt ansikte! Vad hände? Ingenting, det var bara kallt.

Standing in front of Mt. Rainier, or as we know her “the Mountain.” Too bad there was a massive cliff behind us.
レーニア山の前に立ってみました。すぐ後ろに崖があったので、ちょっと怖かったです。
Vi tog en bild framför Mt. Rainier som vi kallar just Fjället. Synd att det var en gigantisk klippa bakom oss.

Ah, those are what I call mountains. I do always miss this view.
ワシントン州のカスケード山脈です。やはり私はこういう故郷の景色が大好きです。
Det är riktiga fjäll. Jag saknar alltid den här utsikten.

This is the Northwest. This is home: mountains, clouds, forests.
パシフィック・ノースウェスト（太平洋岸北西部）というのは、やはり山と雲と森ですね。
Detta är nordväst. Det här är mitt hemland: fjäll, moln och skogar.

We met up with our old friends Lois and Yannick, who flew over from New York just to have dinner at Maneki. Okay, not really, but we were all still tickled to be there again after something like five years.
ニューヨークでビジネス・ウーマンになったロイスとその主人のヤニックと久しぶりに「まねき」で食事しました！たぶん五年ぶりです。
Vi mötte med våra gamla vänner Lois och Yannick, som flugit från New York bara för att äta middag på Maneki. Okej, inte riktigt, men vi var alla glad att vara där igen efter ungefär fem år.

We even went out for bubble tea (flavored milk tea with tapioca) afterwards. Airfare to Seattle? US 900. Bubble tea? uS 3. Relieving our youth? Priceless.
シアトルで大人気のバブル・ティー（タピオカが入っだたやつ）も飲みに行きました。シアトル旅行、大満足！
Vi gick även ut för att dricka bubbelte (smaksatt mjölkte med tapioka) efteråt. Flygresa till Seattle? USA$900. Bubbelte? uSA$3. återuppleva vår ungdom? Obetalbart.

Spent New Years Eve with my big sis and her friends for an American style party.
お姉ちゃんとその友達と一緒に年を越しました。（アメリカ風のパーティー）
Tillbringade nyårsafton med min syster och hennes vänner med en party i amerikansk stil.

And on the first we took little baby Mana all the way to Tsubaki Shrine for her first shrine visit. It was also her first ferry ride!
そして、元旦にマナちゃんの初参りと初詣のために、アメリカ椿大神社まで行ってきました！（ついでに、マナちゃんの初フェリー乗りでした。）
Och på den förste tog vi den lilla bebisen Mana hela vägen till Tsubakihelgedomen för hennes första helgedomsbesök. Det var också hennes första båtresa!

We made o-zouni (a traditional Japanese soup for the new year, which Yuki insists on calling zouni and I o-zouni) at the last minute to bring to the shrine with us.
時間ぎりぎりに急いで作ったお雑煮も持参しました。
Vi gjorde o-zouni (en traditionell japansk soppa för nyår, vilket Yuki insisterar på att kalla zouni och jag o-zouni) i sista minuten för att få med oss till helgedomen med oss.

We even made Rose and Shinobu eat it. Haha, our beloved guinea pigs.
シノブとローズにも食べさせちゃった。
Vi tvingade även Rose och Shinobu att äta den. Haha, vår älskade försökskaniner.

The shrine-goers tied their o-mikuji (fortunes) onto a cedar tree on the grounds, which I thought was terribly Northwestern and adorable.
杉の木におみくじ？！「やっぱここはシアトルだな」っと思ってしまいました。
Besökarna band sina o-mikuji (papper som kan spå din framtid) på ett cederträd på platsen. Jag tyckte det var ganska “nordvästligt” och bedårande.

Happy New Year!
明けましたおめでとうございます！
Gott Nytt År!

Then it was goodbye to family, friends,  and even the Mountain.
そして、家族や友人やレーニア山にも「さようなら」しました。
Sedan var det dags att säga adjö igen till familj, vänner och även till Fjället.

And off we flew over Seattle. My hometown lies down there, amid all that water.
飛行機から見えるシアトルです。真ん中に大きい建物が見えますが、そこがダウンタウンです。イチローさんがいつもプレイしているセーフィコ・フィールドはその左側にあります。私の故郷は上の入海の向こう側ですし、大学の四年間は下の湖の右端に住んでいました。懐かしいですね。
Ocho så flög vi över Seattle. Mitt hem ligger därnere, mitt i allt detta vatten.

But here we are in Sweden again and the snow is falling again–which I am very glad of, since the old snow had gotten all dirty and ugly. But the icicles are becoming quite something… These ones out our kitchen are around a meter long.
そしてスウェーデンは今週また雪が降ってきました。前から積もっていた雪が黒く汚れてきていたので、新雪がうれしかったですが、つららが本当にすごいことになっています。そんなに長く見えないかもしれませんが、ちょうど１メーターぐらいです。
Men här är vi i Sverige igen och snön faller igen–vilket jag är mycket glad över, eftersom den gamla snön hade blivit smutsig och ful. Men istappar är…oj! Dessa utanför vårt kök är omkring en meter långa.

We are looking forward to Setsubun (marking the beginning of spring for Japan). Our little oni is waiting to be chased out by some beans. Yes, I made him of an egg.
今は節分を待てまーす。
Vi ser fram emot att Setsubun (det markerar början på våren i Japan). Vår lilla oni (demon) väntar på att bli utjagad med några bönor. Ja, jag gjorde honom av ett ägg.

Early snow but it’s been warm since then. It snows fairly often but never enough to stick.

We threw together a last minute Thanksgiving in three hours! Only two Americans but we all got stuffed in the traditional style!

Made more tofu. Mwahaha. May be getting a soy milk machine to make it even easier.

Ponies!

Mistletoe for sale at the Julmarknad (Christmas market)

Hi Yuki!

The Fyris river which candles and all.

Decorations in the central square, Stora Torget

Lots of cold misty nights. Though, actually, that’s at 2 pm–so not night after all.

Yuki took a picture of our thermometer–I told him to just wait and see; it’ll surely get lower yet.

My SFI class went on a field trip to Stockholm! Hej!

We acted like tourists a bit. Isn’t he just adorable?

Toured Riksdagshuset and watched the parliament (hardly anyone even there…)

Did a bit of Christmas shopping!

More decorations and more Julmarknad: this time in Stockholm.

Ljusstake everywhere! We have ours up in our window at home, of course, but there was even one on here on the bus we took from Stockholm!

And of course we just passed Lucia!  Listen to some Lucia songs here!

Things have been going pretty well! I’ve been picking up some interesting translation jobs and enjoying my writing as well. SFI continues to chug forward; I still only understand 50-60% of what the teacher says but I’m moving on to the next level anyway it seems. I passed the national exam, so from January I’ll be in the D-class. We are headed to Seattle in two days and looking forward to visiting the States, buying up a whole suitcase of supplies at Uwajimaya’s, and getting to take it easy for at least a bit! Hopefully by the time we get back, Yuki will have decided on his dissertation topic, I will be all ready for the D course at SFI, and we will have a suitcase full of Japanese goodies to keep up going for a while!

You who took my washing time, move out!

If Britta P. reads the rules maybe she can learn to book one slot at a time!

Why are you doing your washing at my time, 1700  on June 22?

Can you not read? Remove your laundry by 1745

Note! The clothes on the floor are not mine. My clothes are only those in the drying closet. Because you had not come by 1500, I started the machine to dry my clothes and dried my  clothes until 1600. Then I left the door unlocked. Next time grow some balls and open the door. I would like to talk to you about what is going on.

Bloody steal my time, will you! There was one time booked all day (MINE!) and still you have to take it?

Because I had to stop and empty your machines I will take an extra 30 minutes in the drying closet and the drying machine.

Haha, angry Swedes. So far we haven’t received any angry notes in our building, thank goodness. We’ve been doing our best to follow the rules. Otherwise, life continues. It’s been snowing a lot more again–but it never sticks. Been pursuing job opportunities and watching others slip away. I’ve avoided mentioning it but I got the opportunity to do a translation trial for a company that I’ve dreamed of working for since I was in high school. I did not ace it. I did not even squeak by. No, I bunged it up well and good. I moped around for a few days and finally let myself just cry about it, and since then I’ve been slowly getting over it. Perhaps I can try again in a year or two, when the horrible details of my oh-so-less-than-stellar translation may have faded from their memories.

I never want to admit how much something means to me because that just opens the door to pain and loss and ridicule, but every now and then, I have to swallow my pride and admit that I really do care about something. I really wanted that job. It was one of the few dreams that I have had in my life. I’m not the sort of person who has always had some dream, like “I want to be a doctor” or “I want to fight for justice” or whatever. Sure, when I was a little kid, I wanted to be veterinarian (I’d read every James Herriot book by the time I was ten) but then developing allergies to cats, dogs, horses, and birds and five years of unsuccessful allergy shots put a stop to that. Then when I was a student, I thought I wanted to work in publishing. I really would have liked to design book covers because–say what you will–people do judge a book by its cover. It would have combined my love of reading, books, art, and design. But I never trusted that I could be successful in art and I figured I would have to give up on my dream of working in publishing because I was never going to live in New York or even London. Now the only two dreams that I still have are to write my own books and to translate the stories that I love, and I have always kept these two dreams clutched secretively to my breast, never talking about them to anyone. But I do hope that I’ll be able to accomplish even one of them someday and so it is time that I start openly pursuing them if I want to give them my all.

My best friend just had her first child. Yes, she has simply done something that most humans in history have, but at the same time she has created something that no one else ever could have. I just have to keep reminding myself that losing one dream is not the end of everything. Some things are still just beginning.

]]> http://thenonakas.wordpress.com/2009/11/07/a-lapp-in-the-face/feed/ 5 thenonakas lapp480_11726c sg-080522-argalappen-1 arg_lapp_tvattstuga 3 6167 http://thenonakas.wordpress.com/2009/11/01/stockholm/ http://thenonakas.wordpress.com/2009/11/01/stockholm/#comments Sun, 01 Nov 2009 13:06:32 +0000 thenonakas http://thenonakas.wordpress.com/?p=124 ]]> We had Friday off as it was the Autumnal holiday for students and so manage to actually go down to Stockholm and walk around a bit before our quarterly Japanese food dash. In addition to visiting three different Japanese stores around the town (all tiny and mostly have the same things) and running into Yuki’s Japanese mates in the process (it’s a small town), we wandered around town and through Gamla Stan. It was cold but the sky was ridiculously blue as it can only be on a freezing day and it was lovely to just be free for day. Then Saturday was back to teaching for me and today I am catching up on the four chapters of SFI that I missed by joining the class midway. Just found out that my teacher expects me to take the national exam at the end of November along with the rest of the class. So I have one month to learn what they will have learned in six months. I may not be passing it. But if not, it’s not the end of the world — will just get sorted into another ongoing class and have to meet people again. I hope that I might pass, though, because even though it would mean that I’ll continue to be tremendously behind everyone else in the next level as well, I think that the class I am in now is very good. The students are motivated and nice and everyone seems quite eager to do their best. After the stories I’ve heard about some of the other classes, I definitely want to stay in such a group. Anyway, pictures!

Uppsala Station (from the one side that it actually looks like a station. On the other side, it’s hardly more than a shed.)

Sweden (or at least around me) looks so much like Washington that I seriously have difficulty thinking that it is a different country.

Except that they have nice and relatively modern trains that don’t even smell of urine. (We were very tickled by this little private room in the middle of the carriage. Wouldn’t that just be lovely to share with a group of friends or family on a nice train journey?)

Here is Stockholm (in stone). We spent most of the day on the middle island of Gamla Stan, as well as hiking up a bit through the southern part of the city, Sodermalm, and going back up in the northernly Norrmalm, to visit our Japanese grocers.

Yuki blocking the door at the Stadshuset or City Hall.

Look at the sea!

Look at that SKY. No photoshopping: the trees were really that gold and the sky was really that blue.

There were lovely little details all over, but I’ll have to settle for just a few in this post.

Stockholm is of course built on a series of islands, big and small. How about this one? One tiny island with a single building on it. It is an international agency for promoting democracy and it seems inappropriately amusing to me that democracy is so marooned all alone out in the middle of the sea.

Yuki exclaimed, “Take a picture! It looks so… European!”

The royal castle — from the outside, of course. We did pay to go in anywhere, but we enjoyed just walking around and looking at all the different architecture.

At least their guards don’t have to wear anything half so silly as those in England.

My, what’s this lovely little receptacle on the road? Why, a public toilet, of course! But you don’t have to pay for this one, unlike most toilets in Sweden, so guess who was inside it while I was taking pictures from the outside? I bet you guessed correctly.

And there is the fellow himself, recreating a shot from when he first came to Stockholm ten years ago.

We searched for a place to eat and instead found a 7-11 on these ancient streets.

Eventually found a great lunch deal at Sallys in Gamla Stan. Less then 100 kronor for each of our meals! Gotta love lunch.

I was very happy to get a lovely modern interpretation of a very typisk svensk (typical swedish) meal: meatball, potatoes and lingonberries!

And just days after hearing that Starbucks will be opening its first Swedish store in Arlanda International Airport, I discover that there is already Tully’s in Stockholm! Sheesh, what was the big deal, then?

And four approached, the sun started going down, and we hiked back across the islands to get our Japanese food!

With a brief stop at the station. What’s this? Some sort of concession stand? Buying tickets for something? Well, yes, for the toilet. Generally all public toilets in Sweden will put you back at least a buck or two. Better hope you have cash or that you have a huge bladder.

But don’t worry–help is on the way.

I’ve been waiting to show off my pocket Svenska-Amerikanska ordbok. Yes, of course there was a wide selection of Svenska-Engelska (Swedish-English) dictionaries at the bookstore. I could have chosen from any of one them. And I would have done, if I hadn’t stumbled across this little gem as I glanced down the shelf, looking mostly at price tags: my Svenska-Amerikanska (Swedish-American) dictionary.

How could I not buy it? How could I miss the chance to justify two hundred and forty years of bitter British bitching about the atrocity that is the American dialect of English? You were right, guys: whatever that garbled mess is that we speak, apparently it is not English. At least not according to the Swedes.

Oh yes, the point of this post: I have at last joined SFI! Svenska för invandrare, or Swedish for immigrants to you, is the free course of Swedish lessons offered by our beloved Socialist government (watch out, Republicans! they have nationalized healthcare and they are looking at you) and for the simple but misleading fact that I can read and write much more Swedish than I can speak or understand, I was placed midway through the course. Luckily I’m just the sort of sadistic type to like the immersion approach, so I’ll be sticking with it. But it may be worth mentioning that  today in class I was feeling pretty damned good if I could follow even half of what the teacher was saying. Whenever I happened to understand something, I nodded so enthusiastically that I’ve probably given the poor teacher the false impression that I’m mycket bra at Swedish and totally “got” what she was saying. At any rate, I met a lovely fellow from Uganda, his cheeky friend from the UAE and enjoyed the first three straight hours of Swedish in my life.

They did warn me that the regular teacher comes back tomorrow and she is not half as gentle. But still…! Ah, this is what I’ve always loved. Every minute of learning a new language you feel limited and stupid and frustrated with your own inability to communicate even the simplest of ideas–but every day is full of tangible, immediate accomplishments. I learned the word mes, slang for ‘wuss’ today. (Though it just took me four attempts to spell ‘wuss’ in English.) I learned to say ‘uncertain’ and ‘dishonest’ and ‘polite.’ I can see myself growing and changing every day that I struggle. For how many arenas in life can you say the same? If only someone would just pay me to learn languages. I mean, let’s be honest, that’s basically why I love being a translator, isn’t it?

But now, since I just utterly blanked on how to write the word  ‘wuss,’ I suppose it’s time to keep up on my English and Japanese, since my main chance at livelihood depends on that language pair far more than Swedish at the moment.

But a new language is always so tempting…

This was the sight that greeted me one gray morning last week. Autumn has come to Uppsala, though Yuki would like to call it winter. The sun is going down at six these weeks and will keep growing earlier every week until the winter solstice. We have turned on our radiators for the first time (after bleeding them, of course!) and are nice and cozy at home.

We are also, we’re happy to say, officially members of Swedish society now. Yes, indeed, we have received out person number’s, after only (!) four weeks. I went out quite immediately and got myself placed into SFI (Svenska för invandrare or Swedish for immigrants). I’ll be starting on the 19th and though I’m sure I won’t understand a bloody thing for the first couple of weeks, I am excited! I hope I might finally get to know some people in town…

We also had another cause to use our shiny new person numbers, unfortunately. Yuki broke (or re-broke, I guess I should say) one of his front teeth and so had to be to the dentists. Who promptly told him that he needed to have immediate work down on about eight other teeth, as well. We weren’t surprised, since Yuki had been told the same thing back in Japan — where fillings cost about 2000 yen or 2o dollars a piece, with national insurance. But guess who never got around to having his fillings done and so now is paying over a hundred dollars a piece?

Well, at least we got one filling done and the broken tooth repaired so far. We are waiting on the rest, as we’ll need to pace them out over several months. Or more. Still, Yuki is happy to no longer look like a hillbilly with one of his front teeth half-missing, I am continuing to teach my little online classes and sniff out translation opportunities, and life goes on.

On the other hand, things seem to be going quite well over here in Sweden. Of course, it is no holiday here. Yuki got back from research last week, I promptly got a head cold, and then it was back to school and business for us. Still no personnummer (the Swedish sort of social security number) though we did at last manage to get cell phones. And everywhere you look people are out on the streets, taking their babies out for a stroll, shopping and relaxing on the high street, stopping for coffee and sweets at their favorite fika spot, or just sitting by the river and enjoying life.

People seem so happy here that it is almost confusing, after living in a high-stress society like Japan. We’re thinking we could get used to this.

Now back to job applications.

It is very much a typical old European town in most places. Lots of tables and chairs waiting for the fika rush.

The cathedral: our main claim to fame and the largest in Scandinavia. Makes a good landmark when lost.

While wandering around looking for an elusive, larger ICA that was supposed to be in the area, I came across a lovely graveyard. It may sound a bit morbid, but I really enjoy graveyards. They are so quiet and peaceful and somehow thinking about all the lives around me helps me to remember that whatever problems I’m having are only temporary.

The graves are also often lovely. A great many were family graves, which I didn’t realize they did here. I also saw many of the more recent graves that had the deceased name engraved in their own handwriting (presumably). I thought that was a lovely — though thoroughly modern — touch. Signatures do seem to show a lot of a persons character.

All in all, I enjoyed my little stroll… but I do wish I had some company.

Two more days.