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I got a lot of firewood from my lovely neighbours today, so now I have this huge pile in my garage & a nice & toasty house.  I take my hat off to him, that has worked a lifetime doing that…chopping down trees, tending to the woodland. Hard work...& think, he’s way over 80 & still does it with a smile.  Then there’s her, gosh, her kindness radiates. I can’t even explain it, but she somehow teaches me gratitude on a whole different level - & grace. She reminds me that there’s a lot to be thankful for, it’s just a matter of perspective…  Guess what I’m most thankful for at the moment is that this hollow space in my heart’s slowly being filled again…through kindness & the simple thing of being seen, & opening my own eyes to the little things in life - that actually is life itself. ~Linn. Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.  ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld.

Guilty pleasures

Damn, almost mid October already. How time flies when you’re having fun… Sooo, you might be wondering why I’ve been awol for the past few weeks? …the easiest explanation to that is basically that I’ve f**ked up & been working my derrière off trying to set things right. Not going to dive further into to that pile of manure though, so moooving on.  The trees have been changing colours & my grass is covered with little flakes of golden hues. No doubt about it, this is my favourite season. It’s jam packed with guilty pleasures…  Like not cleaning up in your garden, cause you enjoy the smell of rotting leaves. Hell, I even like it when they make the pavement slippery…or you’re waiting for the bus & you just stand there squishing one or two underneath your boots & kinda smearing it all over. Yeah, I know, I’m weird... Then there’s the whole stew thing. I don’t know what it is about that, but stews are just such a f**king release from the salads & easy diges

Aisle after aisle

My mom & son came & took my fat a$$ out for a drive today, destination Sweden. One of the stores there are kinda like venturing into a no-go zone . But it’s usually me who blows up. I just can’t stand insolent people, elbowing their way through aisle after aisle…& when you find yourself face to face with one of them, opposite each other on each end of the aisle, you know that sh*t’s about to go down. You steer the shopping cart firmly in front of you, showing that you ain’t chicken. Then, at a moment’s weakness you glance over at what your family’s doing & BAM!!! the little trixter have almost sprinted towards you & slammed against your cart. You’re disappointed with yourself, but brush it off & continue slithering between the masses of people & products…& suddenly you’re face to face again, but this time there’s also another shopper turning around a corner & you find yourself in a Mexican stand off’ish situation… Someone’s got to yield, & I sti

Moping around

Not much to say about today. Just moping around wishing I was at Midgardsblot .  Hopefully I’ll be up & about next year, so I can attend stuff like that… I dream about Hellfest , Bloodstock , unfortunately Tons of Rock 's moving from the fortress in Halden so that one’s out of the question…but there’s a bunch of viking/medieval fairs I wanna visit too, so fingers cross that 2019 will be the year I come out of hibernation. :p ~Linn.   I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it.  I want to have lived the width of it as well. ~Diane Ackerman.

Lurking in the shadows

Want to know what I find utterly disturbing? Guys who find it funny to invade a person’s privacy. It’s happened a few times, where someone (old friends & strangers) who has parked by the church next door, walked up to the cemetery & taken pics of my home & sent it to me. Do they really expect me to invite them in for coffee or what? Cause all it makes me wanna do is punch them in the face, with a brick. It freaks me out & it doesn’t exactly invoke a sense of security in me. One thing is people I truly care about showing up at my doorstep, but that lurking around crap’s just creeping me the f**k out. Respect me enough to ask in advance or sod off.  ~Linn.   What you allow, you encourage. ~Michael Josephson.


Today has definitely not been a good day. My I.I.H.’s been acting up. Felt the pressure in my spine even…& when it does that it means it’s very high & usually f**ks up my body temperature. So been feeling feverish for hours now. Really tired of this s**t. I can handle the pain, it’s the uncertainty of the next day that gets me. I just never know how I’ll be from one day to another.  Trying to avoid being put back on the rat poison again, so guess I’ll be upping my parsley, raw maca powder, etc., again. I swear I’m like 85% parsley by now. :p Why parsley? …it’s a natural diuretic & I try to consume as much of those as I can, like dandelion, caffeine, ginger, etc.  ...& the maca root thingamajig is just me experimenting. Since I read that it can  change the hormone balance in your body...& some people with my condition have had success with a medicine which does just that. But we'll see. It haven't really shown a huge change just yet. But a girl can hope.

Oddly satisfying

Didn’t fall asleep until closer to 08:00…have no idea why, just tossed & turned all night. Then I woke up by some lovely workers who were tidying up the cemetery after the storm we had a few days ago. Nothing like the sound of a wood chipper to bring out your inner fury… I don’t mind a few hours of sleep, it’s the way I get woken up that makes all the difference.  Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I organised my planner most of the day. Ridiculous, since I have next to no social - or work life. But still, making lists & checking them twice gives me inner peace & it’s incredibly satisfying to plan dinners for a whole month & making a shopping list accordingly. Plus, it also saves money, gas & most important - time…which should be on top of everyones priority list. The only day I usually keep open is Saturdays. That day’s for movies, junk food & cosying up on the couch in the evenings… Yup, I’m getting oooold. ;p ~Linn.   You sometimes see a woman who would

Cattila the Hun

My cat’s been having trouble walking lately, so I think that he might’ve had a seizure again or jumped down from somewhere & landed wrong. I don’t know… Spent most of the day just trying to massage his back. Which wasn’t the easiest thing to do, cause he turned into C attila the Hun . (Whomever invented oven mitts, may you be showered in glory in the halls of Valhalla. Haha! ) Many might think that’s a bit overkill to do that, but I’ve had Loke for 17 years now & he’s an odd little fellow which I love a bunch…so don’t want his last stretch of life to be painful.  Thankfully he’s not dragging his back legs anymore, so guess I’ve been doing something right. But I am contemplating taking him to the vet tomorrow…all depends on how either of us are feeling in the morning. Sooo off to bed I go. ;) ~Linn.   Cats have an infallible understanding of total concentration — and get between you and it. ~Arthur Bridges.

In flames

So, tonight Sweden  is burning , again… At least part of it. To me it seems like the Swedish government’s a bunch of ostriches burying their heads in the sand, or up each other’s arses. Either way it’s disturbing that they’re allowing it to continue. It’s such a disgrace that they let a huge chunk of their citizens live in that horror every single day. …& on top of that people are throwing stones on the firemen & police... Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up.   Source - Photo: Henrik Vesanen I have people in Sweden that are near & dear to me…& I don’t want their kids to grow up & face any of that s**t. They need a government that aren’t all talk & no action. …or else it’ll spread like wildfire & there are no amount of water that can extinguish those flames, only live fire.  ~Linn.   The most persistent sound which reverberates through men's history is the beating of war drums. ~Arthur Koestler.

Yapping away

I feel like baking some biscuits, pouring hot blackcurrant-toddy on a thermos, grabbing a woolen blanket, a fishing rod & some logs…then shuffling my feet through autumn leaves & plonk my a$$ down somewhere by the coast or a lake & spend a few hours there. Hopefully ending the day roasting my dinner over an open fire… But even though it feels sorta nippy outside during daytime, we’re not quite there yet. Although right now it’s 8.8C here & as I write this  it’s not even 23:00 yet. Makes me wonder if I should start taking some of my veggies inside…cause they’re all f**ked if it gets colder.  MOOving on… Today (- or yesterday, since this was posted after midnight. *snarl*) I made Lapskaus  for dinner, with potatoes, carrots & onions from the garden & I have no clue as to where the cow came from. Somewhere in Norway though, so I’m sure it had a lovely grass-fed life, roaming the Norwegian hills & valleys.  Yup, I’m totally humming  The hills are alive wit


Wen’t outside this morning & my yard was littered with branches, acorns & leaves… Kinda heartbreaking seeing all the gorgeous green gems all over the place. Cause I'm in need of all of them if I’m going to execute my plans. But waste not want not, don’t wanna let them go to waste... Sooo I’ve been picking them up as fast as I can. Green ones are ok if you want to use it in some cooking. But, the nutritional value are better albeit a tad bitter when they’re darker. …& I’m going to make flour out of it, or at least that’s my plan for the year. We’ll see how that goes. For now I’m going to try some muffins with oak nuts. Just have to let them sit in water for a few days to draw out all the tannins. If you embark upon this venture yourself, please don’t eat them raw. They taste like crap. Just let them soak… Oh, & change the water often. You can also roast them in the oven for 15 minutes… But I find that best to do if you’re using it as a coffee supplement, or if you’r


Tucked in a corner of the couch, listening to the remnants of today’s storm. It’s like the wind’s lulling me into sleep, so I’ll keep it short...  Trees fell down , power went out. I bitched a tad about why they aren’t putting all the cables underground. Then the water got shut off… Luckily I have enough stored to last me a while. But got a bit annoyed with myself when I realised I had forgotten to stock up on fuel for my camping stove. But, a candle & my grandparents’ wrought iron thingamajig did the trick & I ended up with some warm food at least. Only thing that I can genuinely say I missed when the power was out was getting updates via the radio. But I don’t do DAB , so... Can hardly keep my eyes open now… Need sleep. :) ~Linn.   Do not depend on others for safety — Help yourself. ~Safety saying, circa early 1900s.


There’s been a debate going on here. About a temporary employed teacher at an elementary school which didn’t get his contract renewed. Because he, as a muslim, think that shaking hands with women is not appropriate. Cause as everyone knows, shaking hands with the opposite sex may lead to temptation. Right…   The school had even given him a job contract, which accommodated his need of attending mosque on Fridays. Oh, & he also refused to carry a tray of  liver pate to kids… Yup, better call in the sin eater , time to purge the world of liver pate! But here’s the kicker, as read in this post here … Our very own Gender Equality and Anti-Discrimination Ombud said that the lack of handshake isn’t necessarily a reason for being fired & that the employer have to prove that the man’s religious views hindered him from doing his job . She also said “You can for example look a person in the eyes & nod, instead of shaking hands. We have to be open to that there are other ways…”


Not very talkative today I’m afraid…  ~Linn.   Health is not valued until sickness comes. ~Thomas Fuller.

Populistic ripples

I sometimes wonder how people can defend it when a politician say: I worry about the current rise of populism… Not right, nor left, just populism. Sooo, simply put, that means that they worry about the will of the people, right? So why are ordinary folks getting behind that? My brain is basically flooded by spinal fluids, so what the hell do I know these days really? ...but still, I can’t quite wrap my head around that. Shouldn’t we be glad that their boat is rocked by so called “populistic ripples”? It gives them incentives to not snooze on the job, but work harder so that extremes, & I mean real extremes, won’t get to power.  Take Sweden as an example… There they have a political party which got a huge chunk of the votes last election, but the other parties refused to work with them. Cause they claim they’re racists, just because of their stance on immigration. It’s the same as refusing to listen to someone just because they have a different opinion than you. Doing that, they

Just breathe...

Got reminded today to lower my shoulders, take a deep breath & have trust in the process . You see, I always have a tendency to envision every scenario in the book of what can happen…& most of the time I ought to use that energy to focus solely on solutions instead. So when some days weights you down, it’s good to have people nudging you out of battle plan modus & get you back in tuned with the task at hand. Anyway, I’m extremely tired…  So off to bed… ~Linn.   What the world really needs is more love and less paper work. ~Pearl Bailey.


Stood in the backyard this morning & got surrounded by white butterflies of some sort.  They were everywhere, especially in the field below my garden. I’ve been noticing a few flying in a whirlwind motion around each other for months now, but today was absolutely amazing. I filmed them, but my house & garden look derelict at the moment, so this pic has to suffice... I’m sorta thinking it’s a  Pieris rapae, but what do I know. The hops that are growing at the bottom of my backyard have been spreading out on my f’ugly chainlink fence, quite decorative actually. Wasn’t a bad idea to take some & transplant them into my garden last year after all...   I still wonder how they came here though, cause they were just outside the fence when I moved here…& my neighbour haven’t got a clue why they’re there. Makes me wonder what was on this plot of land before this house got built. Next door is a church which got rebuilt in the mid 1800s to accommodate more pe


I love hearing laughter coming from the neighbours. Reminds me of the street parties we had in our old neighbourhood. People brought tables, chairs & there were usually an abundant of food on the barbecue… Kids were running around & made quite the ruckus until it were time for the little ones to go to bed. After that it calmed down, people were talking & drinking…& by the time I was tucked in, the discussions & laughter were calmly rolling in through my window. It still puts a smile on my face. Wish more people gathered like that though. It makes a neighbourhood more tight knit I think.  But what do I know, I might be romanticising it all… Cause I do recall one incident involving bleach & someone being sent home wearing a trash bag, but that story is for another day.   The pic doesn't relate to the topic. Just my mum & I at a festival in '92, accompanied by Lloyd, my brother's dog. ~Linn.   I'll stick with gin. Champagne is jus

Just checking in

Went for a walk earlier, & the wind was gently pushing dry leaves across the asphalt. Made me long for autumn’s gorgeous colours, pumpkin pie, comfy sweaters, long coats, crocheted fingerless gloves, & hats… It’ll come soon enough though, so I better just try to enjoy what’s left of summer.  Got really happy when I saw my gladiolus mureliae blooming, & it smelled amazing.  Been a long & boring day, high pressure in my head, so too tired to write anything interesting…sooo I think I’ll just drag this sack of bones off to bed.  ~Linn. Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair. ~William Cowper.

One egg is un oeuf

I indulged today. I have this thing when I hard boil an egg, peel it, then plop it in the leftover brine of pickled beets…then let it sit for a few hours in the fridge. I have no clue why, but I love the taste of it, plus the colour ain’t half bad either.  Not the most enticing picture, but... Makes me think about getting hens… There’s just something about getting fresh eggs from your own backyard that’s so appealing to me. If I would get any it would be Islandshøns, or Icelandic chickens (Gallus Gallus Domesticus). …they’ve been an obsession for me for years, cause of their appearance & heritage. But, as with most of my wants, it has to be put on the back burner for now. Got too much stuff going on.  But they are pretty, aren’t they… You can use this link to skip to where they show the Icelandic chickens.  ~Linn.   Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? ~Rose F. Kennedy.


21 years since this magnificent creature entered the world. Foto: My dad or my stepmother. ;) ~Linn.   Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart.  ~Author Unknown.


My I.I.H.’s been acting up again. It always gets like that before a thunderstorm though, so I knew it would subside after the storm had passed…a little bit at least. Drives me nuts when I have things to do & end up moving around like a slug cause of the pressure. On top of that we had high humidity, which I adore… Not. On a happier note, my son came home for a visit. It was really nice seeing him on his last day as a 20 year old... Got to talk with him for a few hours & he used my head as a bongo drum. Haha! It sounds like a silly thing to do, but it feels sooo good, plus it sorta takes away the pain for a little while. Makes me wonder if I would benefit from some sort of close contact sport, get a proper pounding every once in a while. Archery doesn’t really cut it. :p  A few hours after I waved my offspring farewell, the heavens opened…so I’ve been sitting tucked in under a blanket in the corner of my couch listening to the rain, drinking tea & doodling a bi


Woke up today with an urge to pack up & roam. A leave everything behind type of feeling. Shed my old self & emerge as…you get the point. But did I? Nah, boring ol’ me stayed in the office & checked everything off my to-do list. The feeling still lingers though…  I miss doing things that makes my heart race, being carefree. Thinking back on when passion penetrated every single aspect of my life, feels more like an eerie faint echo from the past at this point. But if I close my eyes & truly allow myself to go back there, I can still feel the fire upon my lips when I exhale...& I want it back, I want it all back.   Source. ~Linn.   Passion is universal humanity.  Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless. ~Honoré de Balzac.

Bucket list

I had planned a whole day of digging through my ancestry & write a post about my findings, maybe go for a stroll, write a few letters… Yes, snail mail, I still do those. Sending & receiving letters give me the same feeling as drinking hot cocoa in front of a fireplace after a long day out in the snow. It’s just pure & simply put - cosy.  Anyway, it seemed fate had something else in store... My phone hasn’t been still at all, & my brain’s kinda hazy now. Been sitting for hours trying to figure out what to write, & the only thing that comes to mind is a question I got earlier about my dreams...which I have several of, like all of us probably have. But the only thing that popped up in my head then & there was that I want to belong ... After my son grew up I kinda felt lost & had the urge to wrap my roots around something, a place or someone. But that whole topic is for a less hazy brain-day... Think I’ll stick with something simpler, like my Bucket Li

On the horizon

Rushed across dry grass, with my son’s voice flowing through the phone last night. He had just spottet the Blood Moon on the horizon, & when I saw it I almost felt like channeling Bonnie Tyler’s Total eclipse of the heart . SOURCE Foto: Jan M. Lillebø. The evening didn’t go quite as planned, but the eclipse were every bit as gorgeous as I thought it would be. The moon hid behind a lush crimson veil, whilst Mars acted as its trusted companion, flickering like a dying ember beneath. …& you could hear the grain field below rustle in the warm breeze as gentle velvety batwings fluttered above.  No words nor pictures can truly describe moments like those. They remind me of how vast the universe is & how small we truly are. Not insignificant, small. Earth’s like a titan, cradling us, protecting & warding off whatever ominous lies beyond our grasp. …& when our bones are turned to dust, this blue titan will still be here, spinning, cradling, doing its thing. Gu

High hopes

There’s something very rewarding about going outside in your garden & getting your own food. A couple of potatoes, soil, water & time, & before you know it you have weeks worth of dinners.  I’ve wanted to get a bunch of old bathtubs that people give away, spruce them up & use them as raised beds. But after I moved to the edge of civilisation, doing things like that have become a logistical nightmare. Plus I hate asking anyone for help… I’d rather drag the bathtub back home than ask for a hand. Heh… Ok, maybe not that bad, but pretty darn close. ;)  Btw, yesterday I wrote that the meteorologists predicted high temperatures today…& boy were they right. Loads of heat records were broken all over Norway. Funny, cause at a point I started rooting for our county to get the highest temperatures. So,’s official, I’m a pensioner. Next thing I’ll be sipping on prune juice & wearing velvet track suits, shuffling my way towards the local bingo hotspot.

S. S. Censorship

Was talking on the phone today & nagging a bit about the heatwave we’re having up here…& got promptly reminded that it’s not that many weeks until autumn… It was like standing in front of the Black Gate & Sauron fixing his gaze upon me. I like that though, when it feels like you get undressed & your focus shifts just by mere words. Wish more in life were like that… Especially this whole political correctness thing, I know I have mentioned it before, but it gives me the same claustrophobic feeling as when it’s hot & humid outside & the clothes stick to your skin. Makes me wanna shower in fire just to get that suffocating crap off of me. Nowadays it feels like you have to tip toe around peoples feelings & I for one am tired of it. The excessive silencing of people who doesn’t have the same opinion will only end up with everyone boarding the censorship. …is a monotonous society really what you want?  We have to listen to each other & keep the d