• When you can’t count on

    the local police department. It’s nothing new with me I had the same problem across the pond. But Bergen police are lazy & sloppy & if you call the non-emergency they transfer you to Oslo. My, how responsible.

    We had a lost dog come up on our property last night & tried but failed to reach the local police department. I let the phone ring for over 4.5 minutes & no one answered. Luckily the dog owner had his contact information on his dog so they were reunited.

    Vestpolicedistrict doesn’t seem to want to give out emergency phones to domestic violence victims either. They just tell them to call the emergency #. My, how responsible. I am no longer impressed with these highly trained police officers that Never do their work.

    If we have an emergency at least we know we can’t count on, vestpolicedistrict. They’re probably sitting around eating cookies & drinking coffee & can’t be bothered to help the public they’re supposed to serve.

  • I guess I should start off by saying that I am grateful for my health. That I’ve not had any close calls with COVID this year. It’s something I am thankful for everyday.

    I’m grateful for my husband & that we managed to work through our differences this year, although July was a rough month. That our communication is good & that we look out for each other.

    For our four legged creature that can be both silly & serious. That loves to cuddle & has become my companion up Fløyen when I go. That gets upset if one of us leaves the house.

    For the new friends I have met this year & for my bestie who keeps me on track. That our bullshit meters still work & that we don’t take crap from anyone.

    I’m grateful for the café I go to & write in & for the barista’s that are kind & remember what I drink. For my ability to work on my new book & that it’s become a project.

    If we weren’t in a national lockdown I’d say my job, but that’s hard when it’s a lockdown. Till next year, remember to be grateful every day even for the small stuff.

  • Saffron in the air

    It’s almost starting to feel like a regular Christmas, all but mask mandates & the strict hygiene rules. In our house today it smells of Saffron & mulled wine. We’re celebrating Saint Lucia a day early. A few weeks ago we were hoping to have actual people over but that changed last week.

    When the government rolled out new mandates for us this Christmas. Yesterday when we decorated the tree it almost felt like a “normal” Christmas. But now it doesn’t with the limiting of personal contacts et cetera.

    The husband is back on home office & we’re wondering what next year will bring?? For now though we’re going enjoy the moment & figure out what this year’s Christmas will be like. Oh & all the snow rained away so, so much for a white Christmas.