Wednesday, 30 September 2015

September moments.....

September has flown by..
Can't believe it has already reached its end.
But what made it go so fast?
Not many images, but some..

After a Cold and wet summer it was good to get that summery feel in September. It has been warmer than normal for September and many sunny days.

At the start of the month I found my new running shoes a bit to blue.

Autumn signs....
......and darker skies earlier in the evening.

 Spent a weekend in her company.

Sun outdoors and indoors. The indoors one will soon disappear.

Monday, 28 September 2015

Sunflower in September.....

In late April I planted sunflowerseeds. I've heard that it will take about three months before they bloom, so I thought late July - August I will have some nice sunflowers. But we got a cold and wet summer with not enough warmth and sunshine for my sunflowers. The stem grew quite tall and something resembling buds appeared, but it was nowhere near what it was supposed to be in July/August when I hoped for beautiful big sunflowers. When September came I regarded the whole project as a miss. Then on 21 September I got a sunflower. I tiny one, but still...
A week on, it is not very much bigger but still there. So now I am hoping to enjoy a beautiful autumn sunflower throughout October.

Sunday, 27 September 2015

Silent Sunday.....

Amazing how much fun you can have with broken shells. She played  for hours.

Thursday, 17 September 2015


My own copy of Peter Pan and Captain Hook. Around 35 years old.
I have always loved reading. Now I work with children whos reading skills are limited. They have a different relationship to books than I had a the same age. Still, I have discovered that it is possible to capture their imagination. And some stories are  without time and space.
 I have underlined words in the text. All of them starts with h.

I have one lesson every week where I read a story to my students. Last week I read Peter Pan. I brought along my own copy from my childhood. Some of the children had seen the movie and knew the story. But still, I managed to capture their attention. I always find that fascinating when I manage to do that with children who are not used to being read to.

I also was happy to notice that some stories seems to have eternal life, and that the class found my own copy of the book was interesting. My own childhood handwriting was a bonus - to me at least.

I have misspelled Peter Pan. It is spelt in the same way in Norwegian and English. Petter on the other hand is a wellknown mansname in Norway.

Sunday, 13 September 2015

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Throwback Thursday......

This photo is from around May/June in 1992. It is of me and the group of friends I surrended myself with at the time. It was around the time of my first anniversary of  living in London. Break-up time. I can not believe that the first thing I did when I left the little island on west coast of Norway, was to go and live in London. I remember it being both exciting and frightening to go to London. I think I would probably feel the same way today, actually. When I look at the photo, I find it astonishing that it was in 1992. I now work with people who are born in 1992! Imagine 23 years ago! I am still an anglofile, always will be. I spent several years in England after this. I have had many "important" times and periods in my life, that I look back upon with joy, sorrow and longing. This is one of them.

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

The year in books VIII.....

Siri Hustvedt is an American author of Norwegian descent. The original title of this book is "The Sorrows of an American". Being "Norwegian-American" is also the topic of the book. It is about the main character, Erik, who is born and raised in the United States to Norwegian immigrant parents. His father has just died and Erik find his memoirs where it is indicated he might have been involved in a crime. He travels from New York to the rural area where he grew up. The book takes us through a lot of family history. A lot of L's - Love, loss, loneliness. As a side story, Eriks rents out a flat to a woman he falls in love with. This also plays a big part in the book.

It has taken me a long time to read this book. That doesn't  mean it is bad or boring. I started to read it when I was still on holiday. I don't know if the reason why it took so long to read it was lack of time or the complex story and writing. I did find the way it is written a bit complex. It is the first book by Siri Hustvedt that I have read, and would absolutely read more books by her. It was by no means a turn off.

Monday, 7 September 2015


From the archives: 2010 - we're approaching that time of  the year again.

 "I am qualified! I am qualified!" One of my colleagues came jubilant into the staffroom the other day. She had passed the practical exam to be a child care and youth worker. I am also qualified. I can work as a teacher because I have a universisty degree. But I don't have a teaching qualification, so I am not qualified for a permanent position as a teacher.

When I decided to get a degree from univeristy, there where two subjects that interested me. I took the one I did because I didn't want to be a teacher (!), but it has proved impossible to get a job  within that field. At first I despaired, now I think - Oh well. When I studied for my degree, my mind was very set on a career. I had worked within the travel/hotelindustry for years. I had met my limits and wanted something else, but needed qualifications. I got my qualifications, but not the career.

Well, I work as a teacher. I am qualified, but not qualified. Now I am thinking maybe I should study the other subject I considered. This time it would not be to a get a new career, but only to enjoy studying a subject I find interesting. I will not be qualified as a teacher, but I will be qualified. I will be able to get a job, but not a career. Important, that is. More important than a career, I've discovered.

From the Archives: I was so proud when I got my Bachelordegree. I wanted to scream: I am qualified: I also have a useless master.

Tuesday, 1 September 2015


The Labourparty are known for handing out roses. I took one, but that doesn't mean that my vote is guaranteed.

This is by no means going to be a post about political views, but politics is on the agenda at the moment. We an election coming up in a couple of weeks. It is the local elections this time. The different political parties are to be seen wherever you go in the public sphere at the moment. I even met one party on a stand in the middle of a walkingtrail when I was out on my run.

I know in which direction I will vote, but there is a couple of options. I read their programs and I think "will it make a difference whatever which way I vote?" But I know that it can have an awful lot to say.

About 10-15 years ago I lived in a small village in a remoter area of the country. They have a hospital there, that was threathened to be shut down. It was a huge issue in the village. The hospital closing would mean loss of jobs at the hospital, but also the small businesses that lived of the hospital traffic. People started to feel insecure, where thinking about moving. It is the only time that I have taken part in a political demonstration. The hospital remains, but is still under threath. Since then I have tried to see the wider aspects of politics. It suddenly became very important to actually vote and not least who we voted for, was important. I try not to see only the charismatic or not so charismatic or that we are bored with you and need a new face, which I sometimes feel is the case. It is important what they say they want to do and will they actually be able to do it?

In two weeks time I will vote, for certain. As a citizen of this country that is my duty.

The label says: "Because children and the elderly are more important than taxcuts"