Snow

It’s the last day of September and the first snow fell in Fairbanks. It was a great reminder of Denmark as it also melted before noon. All day people have been saying “first snow”, while I stubbornly refuse to accept any talk of first snow before it actually stays on the ground and looks like something I can ski through. Hopefully, within the next month that will happen.

This weekend I didn’t go out, as I had an essay to write and a book to read. Sitting here, Sunday evening, I can happily confirm that I have read a third of the book, written half the essay and then cleaned the house including dusting the walls (?), did my laundry, copied my hard disk to my external hard disk, learned three new songs on the ukulele, almost finished the socks I am knitting, watched a very scary movie with James, and painted my kitchen. I also know that I am going to crash sometime around Tuesday because I didn’t (mentally) take time of this weekend, but nothing that a visit to the Pub won’t cure.

I bought a ticket to go home for Christmas, which I am really excited about. I can’t wait to see my friends and family, eat Danish food, bike my way to and from, and have a beer at a public park outside – well the last one might be a bit cold, but there is nothing like the freedom to have a beer wherever, whenever. I am already thinking of all the things I want to bring back – mainly edible items, like Danish candy, real chocolate – not the American stuff that barely melts and is twice as sweet, cheese – if I can somehow think of a way to transport it 24 hours over the Atlantic, pickled beets, yes you read it, I really, really miss pickled beets. I am sure there are a hundred other things I want to bring back.

This just a short greeting from a Sunday in darkness, full moon and -2 degrees Celsius. I will leave you with the wise words of the church down the street that has a big, electric sign with new holy messages every week, this week saying:

 “Autumn Leaves, God Doesn’t”

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