Off the hook

This is my first post in a long time.

I hope you're ok. I'm doing quite well here in my backwater. Loffe is sleeping in front of my chair.

We have Norrlandian winter, but hopefully it won't be too cold in the coming weeks, maybe even a few degrees above freezing.

I intend to try to post regularly, maybe twice a week, no promises to be interesting.

Weather: Sunny and windy, warm

Archers: Me and M, four youngsters around 10

Shot: Three arrows at thity metres

Points: None, Sight unadjusted

Lost: An arrowhead...

T and E were very keen to scratch through the earth after my missing arrowhead, until I explained to them that no, it's gone, you won't find it, and we all want to shoot our next round. M and I picked up some broken arrows before we left. With some luck one of those heads will fit.

M-d informed us that a neighbour of his had the Corona-infection. It was unclear from his story, though, if it was a confirmed case, or just ambulance nurses playing it safe.

Yesterday, I found myself having to perform a funeral.

I went around the house for some reason or other, and there was a squirrel lying in the grass. I don't know what happened to it, and neither of the cats appeared interested, I decided to dig a little hole under the lilac and put it there. And read a couple of lines from an old ballad about grief. It was actually about the grief of birds and fish, but I didn't find anything about squirrels.

Rest in peace little squirrel. May your tiny body give some nutrition to the lilac.

M took off for Dorotea this morning (work-related). I expected him to be home tonight, but it turned out he needed to stay. So now I have the house to myself, and Loffe and Byzans.

I would have liked to say that I enjoy being alone for a change, but I really don't. It doesn't matter what I do: it would have been more fun with M there, even it what we do is sit each at our own desk and occasionally say something. Not that I talk to myself, that's not what I meant (should I?).

The cats are tiptoeing about, probably very aware that Husse didn't come home when he should. But as long as Matte doesn't worry...

Rambo's kitchen scissors have finally gone to meet their maker. I cut a piece of string with them, and the handle broke.

We found it in a junk shop at a price that was completely ridiculous, twenty Crowns, or something. It claimed to have been on TV shop. M said: If it works for a week, it's worth it. I suppose this was twelve years ago, or so. It could cut things, open bottles and cans, and probably a few more things, but it didn't do any of that particularly well. However, it was a somewhat convenient tool for small tasks in the kitchen.

Perhaps we'll get another pair of good scissors instead now.

I went with a friend (A) to Sundsvall for the Swedish Championship in Mixed Archery.

It was a cosy little event, and quite fun to watch. The weather was very sunny. We observed the little flags showing a brisk wind, and tried to follow which teams were shooting against each other. Next time I'll try to bring a pair of binoculars (or something).

I lost my glasses, again. I really must buy senile strings. In the end A found them, lying on the ground, completely visible. I have no idea why we didn't see them before.

M and I take the car southwards tomorrow morning. It'd not pleasure this time, but a funeral. I'm trying to figure out what I have forgotten to pack... The schampoo is there, and so is M(um)'s camera. I haven't found any stockings, but that's less of a problem, they sell stockings in Landskrona too. Need to pack computers. Need to pack crosswords (I have started to solve crosswords again). Need to pack food for the trip. And books, but I'll put them in the glove compartment. Did I throw in any make-up? I should check.

We'll be back on Sunday.

My computer just died on me.

And yesterday my browser locked up.

It started again without any fuss, but I think I may need a new computer. I have never had these problems before, even though I often leave it on for weeks. It's not only old, but a little of a mix of different things that happened to be cheap when I needed them. I suppose four to seven years is a reasonable lifetime for computer hardware.