Posts Tagged ‘friendship’
Pardon the pun people, but the point is: I’ve got overalls!
I had overalls growing up, and I just loved how comfy they are. And also practical! And I wanted overalls to wear for those casual and laid back occasions that my life seems to be based entirely on lately.
Well, now I won’t have to long for overalls any longer, because my wonderful mother gave me these last week. So now I’m cleaning the apartment sporting a denim overall from my mother and a Bon Jovi t-shirt from my father. Parents are the best! (And yes, I know, this is totally the 80’s look…)
I actually have a pair of red overalls from the year I graduated High School. A nice norwegian tradition is to wear a pair of red overalls for 17 days, without cleaning them, while doing stupid stuff. This is me sporting the red “Russe”-overalls on a mountain hike. They were actually quite good for the purpose. Practical. Lots of pockets.
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But enough with the overall-talk, I was supposed to tell you about my weekend! I’m done with my year of political studies, and I don’t have to go into work until tuesday. Conclusion: This weekend is the best!
Tonight is also my favorite yule-tide tradition: The tasting of the Yule-tide brew! There are 5 brews in our test-group, and we will rate which one is the best. I will also make a nice yule-tide dinner, and we have aquavit to go with it. A very norwegian evening with fish, beer and aquavit.
Yes people: Frida loves her life when she isn’t stressed about exams!
-Frida
As a tribute to mine and my family’s cat, Snurre, I would like to dedicate this entry to him, and them!
This cat was truly a good, and rather special, companion through the past 5 years. Through my childhood and youth, my parents have taken cats from outside into our warm friendly home, connected with them, and become good friends, even though every cat we had, suffered the same outcome at last. Killed in traffic. Such a tragedy happens to a lot of cats here, and everywhere with traffic, I assume.
Well, the tales of this one last kitty are many, and this cat has barely survived through a short but colorful life. Many times we’ve sat in the living room stumbled by this cat bringing its prey for the evening home, or hunted birds in our back yard, to the amusement of our utterly weird but amazing dog. This cute little thing would hide in spots people would never even imagine looking, it would mew over noting, and mess with our dogs mind, and play games with it, letting the dog chase him, and then disappear, only to make the dog completely crazy by not finding the cat. This Changed, even though our cat never was the kind of guy to be lying in our lap, we easily saw his mind was changed after the one time he disappeared for 3 to 4 months or so.
A few times before, he’d be gone a while, and whilst on vacation in Trøndelag, we had to leave without him. Then one day, this young boy called the number on his collar, and my dad picked up. The kid asked where he’d come, and my dad said Bodø, and the kid just barely believed him, since this is 700km away. Snurre got a taxi drive from Trøndelag the next day. But this one day he was gone, we waited, and waited, but Snurre never came. After a couple of weeks we assumed the worst, and got through the grief of losing our friend. After 3 months we saw him 6km away from our house, but didn’t stop, because the cat couldn’t be this far away. A month later we got a call by a woman seeing one of our old posters. She had a black cat, that looked like he was lost, our cat was, so we naturally went to see him. It was him.
By that time he changed a lot, and he had lately gone back to a normal state of mind, though he was the weirdest pet I’ve ever had. If you let him out one door, he would walk around the house, and mew to get in, only to go out the same way he did last time. Sometimes Snurre made me fucking crazy. Hunting birds he stuck one of his teeth’s to his lip wile falling from a tree. Later he disappeared again, and someone came by and said they found this female cat in the ditch after being struck by a car. I saw the cat, but didn’t have no female pet, so I said sorry, and they went along. A week later my sister saw a poster, and we got our cat back, again… He was hurt badly, but survived. This time, he changed even more, and reacted to our dog, never played, and avoided everyone but my sister. He slept in her bed. Now this last incident happened, yesterday that is. Again, he was run over by a car, destroying his leg. The damages were too severe. At least the driver stopped after seeing him running into our garage, and informed us of this. He bled, and mewed a lot, until he went to the vet. After that, silence. I will never forget the look in my sisters’ eyes when she told me.
Thank you, for being a good friend, a soft pillow, the weirdest cat I ever knew, and the cute little kitty we had.
As you were, soldier
Steinar