Vacation

20 July 2014 § Leave a comment

How can I describe the feeling of having three weeks of vacation? For my friends here in Sweden, this is totally normal. For my friends in the USA, it’s indescribable, almost unbelievable. But, then again, isn’t this what life’s all about? To enjoy the time that we have, versus, scrambling after money 24/7.

I will continue to ponder these and other questions as I mow the grass.

A year has passed

30 October 2013 § Leave a comment

A year has passed -

My nieces and nephews express their gratitude to everyone who has helped them survive the first year after the death of their parents in Hurricane Sandy. Their parents would be proud.

Click on the title to see the interview.

Heavenly attractions – part one

18 October 2013 § Leave a comment

As I sit on the train waiting to leave the station, I look out the window to my right and I see a young Asian man with a pink backpack rummaging through the trash bin searching for returnable bottles and cans. He doesn’t look desperate. He doesn’t look hungry. He looks methodical.

Seeing him, I can’t help but think how lucky I am. I have a good paying job with great colleagues, a wonderful wife and daughter, and a large farm that we can call our own. And then I think of the numbers of homeless, penniless, vagrants I see each and everyday on the streets of Gothenburg. I wonder what has happened in their life that has led to the state they are in now? How far removed am I from such a thing from happening to me? What can I do prevent it from happening? But I also wonder, are they looking at me and asking similar questions?

Wedding anniversary

8 October 2013 § Leave a comment

Today, Turi and I celebrate twenty one years of marriage.

Despite our spartan civil ceremony, witnessed only by my mother and a justice-of-the-peace, our relationship has survived numerous petty disagreements, the birth of our daughter, and living in two very different countries/cultures.

Our relationship has not only survived, it has thrived.

I attribute this to the fact that both Turi and I have matured as individuals, but also as a couple. We have learned the art of compromise, for the greater good. We know when our individual desires are less important than the needs of our relationship.

But it’s all about choice.

We choose to be with one another. We choose to accept one another. We choose to love one another. And we are more complete because of these choices.

I am proud to call Turi my wife. I am proud to be her husband. I love you, Turi.

New start

4 October 2013 § Leave a comment

A couple of days ago, I said that I would start writing again. It’s surprising how quickly time flies.

Anyway, when I was reviewing my WordPress account, I noticed that I had started an article on 29 September 2012 – one year and one day before I wrote that I needed to start writing again.

But that’s not the biggest coincidence. The subject of the article was losing touch. Doubly strange because it was exactly one month later (29 October 2012) that I lost my brother in Hurricane Sandy.

As it has been said many times, it’s important that we live in the moment. Take the time to express ourselves to those around us. And actively participate in the life that we have made for ourselves. Because now will never come again.

At the risk of becoming terribly maudlin, I will finish this by quoting a line from Kung Fu Panda: the now is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present.

Time to return

30 September 2013 § Leave a comment

I think it is high time that I begin writing my blog again. Not for you, my readers, but selfishly for me. Naturally, a lot has happened in the past year. Much happiness, but also much sorrow. I wonder sometimes if not writing about the uncomfortable occurrences, I have avoided coming completely to terms with them. This must be reconciled now.

Swedish MC license — finale

3 September 2012 § 5 Comments

On August 29th, I became a Swedish MC license holder.

My more-than-six-year quest drew to a close last Wednesday, following a quick tour in Falkenberg’s traffic.

This time, unlike last time, I successfully displayed an adequate safety of margin in right-hand curves; and kept sufficiently to the right side of my lane when performing right-hand turns.

This journey to get my license was been more about a change of attitudes than of learning new rules.

However, and I can say with this with confidence, I am now a better motorcycle rider than I was in America.

Finally, I wish to extend my thanks to everyone who has listened to me bitch and moan for the past six years; I really have appreciated your support.

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