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Week 31 & 32 - Summer Dune

Berries are ripe - merry delight! In the lap of life, we stay outside until the sun sets in saffron skies. Time all but idly passes by but it's like one long time lapse seen with my passive eye. Walking this path with a rapid stride, tracking time, waking wide to bask in rays of shine and scraggle down these rags of rhyme.

I've painted walls, I've been swimming - living. I've been hauling, scrawling, waking up early morning, mourning moments stalled when I realize... only two weeks until I call in! I'm going all in this last forth of my haul North - the source of all I draw from when I crawl through those wintery halls - mauling my teeth till they splinter and fall. It's a grind.

I write at half power, only here for half an hour, on my way to Kangos where this hungry pack devours: berries. Clouds, Blues... Lingon they might be late. On Friday one more funeral quites our day. RIP Thea.

Wrote ^ this morning so I could post quickly. ;) Inspiration strikes at the break of light! We're doing a quick library drive-by before the trip's resumed: a few days off in the even wilder wild completely devoid of modern luxuries like: electricity. Here's last week; until later! It's been another great couple of weeks.

Week 29 & 30 - Summer Days

Another rainy day in Överkalix! So rainy that we had to crawl the roads to get here, window wipers helplessly attempting to keep the torment of rain that stalled us at bay. After the neccesary bouts of shopping, recycling and trashing around I have but a few minutes remaining, with which I shall try to best summarize the recent two weeks past.

Since last visit I've painted another three exterior walls, and a little more indoors, packed the woodshed further; barred down trees for next year; plenty else. My nephew left at the start of the week; my sister's leaving again tomorrow, exactly seven days later.

We've spent all surplus time gardening; with a variety of sports and bike-rides, or at times comfortably slouched on upper-stair bed's and sofa's with the rain melodically pattering the tin roof, reading books like 'A Dance With Dragons', fifth part of the Song of Fire & Ice (AKA Game of Thrones) quintology... or however many parts may yet be written.

I jumped into the series midstride (had no idea the TV series I had not yet watched but heard so much about was based upon literary work) and have at the moment plowed just halfways through, 520/1100 pages in this one segment alone. It's a massive work; as elaborate in detail as it is in length, complex but captivating; may also explain why my style of writing seems to be, for the moment at least, inexplicably alterned; unnescesarily complex... and probably riddled with typos since I have no spellcheck here even whilst writing out these diversive words.

In other notice: berries seem to be ripining later than usual this year, cloudberries in maybe a week or two, blueberries around the same time; I hope I'll be able to pick some lingonberries as well before I leave (the trip back South is now booked for the 26th of August).

We've been savoring home-grown radishes every day the past week; sallad too, the rest of the evegetable variety's taking longer than usual thanks to unhumbly cold and humid weather, though next week should be summer again! We hope.

Time's ticking away, and so, though I'd like to be more thorough I'll have to leave yall with this vague recollection: it's been another eventful two weeks up here in the cool, great cradle of Northerly greatness. Here's the last post.

Week 27 & 28 - Summer Daze

I'm back in Överkalix with a somewhat belated dual-week report of events passed since my last visit! My brother's been here a week; my nephew's staying for two; my siser's catching a plane back North for one more short term of traversing-the-wild time tomorrow. I turned 26 the 10th, we rode back and forth to Kangos to attend Kalle Gärde's funeral the 11th, parted ways with David the 13th (he drove back South), and since then summer time's been moving on as usual. Rapidly, yet always with that satisfatory sense of purpose and rewardingly visible accomplishment in all you do, even if there is plenty of game time inbetween mattering tasks.

The main event this weekend, apart from mom's 71st Birthday: is Överkalix Marknad (in translation the 'Överkalix Fair'). The streets are lined with booths selling handy things of use, and guards patrol the parkings waiting for commutes. Apparantely we get 40,000 visitors (!), which is much more than you'd assume if you strolled down the somewhat crowded but still measuredly lesirurely streets in pursuit of pertinent product in what is usually a small, somewhat vacant village up North, founded at a beautiful bend of the Kalix river. Thunder's roaming the sky today, but it doesn't seem to be scaring people away much (nor us); the rain patters the window pane as I type this.

Apart from gardening and slowly attempting to deforest overgrown fields these past weeks: I've painted a wall, built a bridge, filled the woodshed; burned a huge heap of twigs (x3) right before a seige of rain began to descend upon us, turning the fields to mush and puddle. The rain lasted a few days, and has since then checked in and tended to the garden every once in a while (there's not much need for watering), but it's a balanced weatherscape with abudant sun too. We've paddled, biked, explored a new forest road, played Tennis; bedminton; other games inbetween sessions aaaaand my library time's almost up so that's all I've time to scribe for now.

Here's last week; here's to a continued Great Summer!

Week 26 - First Week Up North

My first week up North has passed, alas, but it's been a blast it has!

I took my debut swim last day, parted pathways with my sister (she flew back to the whack cityscape track state - Stockholm); I've lapped shade between the timelapse sunshine-with-a-few-cracks cage, molded my new shape like I'm a blank slate, feeling a strange euphoria like a panpipe lampshade liting off a PanAm landway, sipping sun before my tan fades, after running under hats before it ran stray. Worked with the plants and plantations, painted a wall, I've started reading and writing notebooks tall when I close the outpost and fall. Made a bridge; at the start of the week I cleaned the fridge - flew up on Wednesday after ten too hectic days plowing through a brew of vexxing shapes... but now I live.

It's great up here. Air so fresh it clears your head till you walk around with a vacant stare. No need to contemplate your fears when they disappear like by a ray gun spear. It's a rundown all day, doesn't matter what you wear: I wear down stairs, running up and down years like I'm an escalator. Elevating my mindstate, getting revelations, where there were dead ends I find ways, find grace, turn this upside-down frown sideways. Smirk and work. Then lurk in surf.

The sun it blinds but we have no blinds, we soak shine like our grown ground, but close our curtains at night cause this sun never goes down. My flow knows no bounds but what does is computer time, I'm at a public library; I just used up mine. So, until next week or two: whenever I manage to sneak a few speak-a-boo's and to the library PC commute. I'll leave you to it!

I actually posted some stuff before I left, and here's last week.

Week 25 - Finals

Not much to comment here... as summer draws near... and the updates seize and my eyebrows bleach in the sunlight's siege that breaches leafy trees on a sunny summer beach while the bunnies run a breeze.

I finished Eragon, moved onto Eldest (second part of the Inheritance quadrilogy), and have this week been spending way too much time with this particular work of literature considering there is much else to do at the moment and I'll have plenty of opportunities to read after I leave.

A design client appeared today and asked for a logo (to which I gladly obliged, of course!). I have a verse I hope to record tonight, though I work early tomorrow. I did a quick sig request for a buddy. I've been moving plants from pots to the plot by the window block, cleaning the house in a frenzy, backing up files all night and flushing out all food in the freezer for I defrost it (made some pretty delicious home-mauled falafel yesterday btw, pondering posting pictures of my meals) and I should post something over at NG to announce my leave too, as I do. There is also this one track I made after last summer I hoped to upload before it's after this one too, will see what time allows. At least this post's on cue, amidst a queue of no-go boatloads for future does that prove Blues soothe in rowboat rows dude.

Overall: It's been a good week! Two days work. One short. One long. A lot of backing and packing and revving getting ready to go! And then a few movies. Celebrated Midsummer's Eve speeding down highways by the sea - helping out with catering/sight-seeing at the same time. A tray of plates and platter splattered onto the asphalt along the way, right after the GPS had brought us far into the wilderness of Värmdö, to a dead-end as far as we could get from out destination; we'd turned around to retrace. Still in good time, we salvaged the shards and sped back to fetch new, and with help of a few phone calls and re-routing reached our real destination just an hour late. Then we rode back again, in a torment of rain that cleared along the way, stopping only to breath in clear air and survey the archipelago stretched out by the burly borders of Stockholm. I trekked the train back home and ate a wholesome dinner full of leftovers. And thus, this year's unexpectedly adventurous very unconditionally nontraditional Midsummer celebrations reached an end! But it was a good trip.

It's been a good week overall, but this Monday a good friend, old man and relative passed away in what seemed just a sudden surge of fever. Kalle Gärde. He celebrated his 85th birthday just last week, but though this mishap's bleak - we'll remember your past deeds brightly - past sleep. You did much with your life, you never lacked speech, your summers were vast eves full of insane berry-picking feats we speak of enviously. Not many people seem like so real men to me: never slowing down, never tending grief or your fiend disease, always with a smile cracking up in your crinkly crease, though often upside down: you wore that frown like a crown. A twinkle in your eye, each wrinkle but a prize for this proud and stubborn Northerner who did naught but live his life with style, no matter the strife and trial. I didn't expect this leave, not with the energy and fight you breathed... but I'd like to think that friends we be: at ends we meet, attend the feasts, send out greets and spend our dreams pretentiously. It's been an honor to attend your meals.

RIP Kalle Gärde

On the blog I've posted this and that and music, and here's last week.

Week 24 - Unfinished Dizziness

Late again! I'll blame it on time: which is running very quickly lately. Between work and homework I'm attempting to finish a bunch of projects, last-minute, right-before-my-leave things that always seem to pop up at the start of summer. So far it's... going pretty well. It's still slightly over a week before I fly North, but time does have a tendency to run away as soon as you turn your head so... better stay focused.

The dizzy business of last week seems to be fading away, albeit inconsistently, and I'm wondering if the cause might be as simple as: tension. I went in on Monday for a checkup, had some blood samples taken for potential deficiencies (I had none) and a blood pressure measure (160/80... which is kind of high!), and have since then been drinking a bit of bitter beetroot to balance the blood. How do you truly relax your vessels without entirely resting? It's a difficult task. A true challenge. A worthy opponent I didn't know I had!

I took a tour of the city this Saturday, with a buddy, stopping by a game shop gone bankrupt to find some NDS gems, amongst no others: Resident Evil: Deadly Silence, Duke Nukem: Critical Mass and one more copy of TrackMania because... well, it might come in handy. It's a good game, and rare, as the others.

I finished Eragon yesterday (first book in the Inheritance quadrilogy), and Pansarhjärta before that. Read the latter one entirely during train rides to and from work, but I couldn't keep from reading the other only outside the sanctuary of home. The movie Eragon wasn't so great, but (and thus) the book was better than I expected! It does seem to fetch plenty of inspiration from Star Wars and LOTR (as critics accuse it of), but that's not necessarily a bad thing. It's like reading fan fiction on your favorite works - works of which you want more even when there is no official source for it. The similarities aren't so many it doesn't feel original either; the dragons are a welcome twist.

It's been a good week overall: busy, but not as dizzy. But more importantly: not as nervous. Seems I get into a phase of foreboding brooding every time some unexpected trial pops up, but what's the use of worrying when worrying is not of use? In fuse.

I've posted 6 movie reviews (the latter 3 today) on the blog, and something about Windows. Also been digging through text files, and I found a couple of links to eulogies of two of my earliest submissions on NG. Might be good to have those saved somewhere! Like here on the blog. :P Until later!

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