Greetings from the far north
I’ve been at my parents’ for a week now, yet it feels like only a couple of days. I’ve done nothing productive, as I managed to leave behind everything that I was supposed to work on (such as administration law, OH NO). I’ve watched some TV, and read a whole lot of books. Also, I’ve wrestled with the whirlwind of a puppy. It took her a couple of days to learn how to coordinate all her feet, but now she runs like the wind. To begin with she could only run a few steps before she would fall over.
My skin has, as always, taken a strong dislike to this change of environment. It’s almost like being 16 again (might need to, yet again, consider blemish acne cream), only now I have bigger boobs.
In response to some of the comments on the previous post: The puppy isn’t mine (thank goodness), it’s my mom’s. Tor and I picked her up from the breeder’s house, had her at our house for one night and one night only, then packed her up in the car and drove 14 long, LONG hours north to safely deliver her to my mom. The drive was…special. It went well though. No car sickness, and she only peed in her cage once. She wouldn’t drink much though, so I had to pour water ON her to be sure her temperature would stay down (the car’s outside thermometer showed 30 degrees Celsius for most of the drive), which of course made our car smell of wet dog. It still does, kind of. Eugh.
From my experience with her so far, I have learned that I don’t want a dog after all. All she does, all day long, is run around and chew everything she sees, including people. Then she pees. Inside. On the rugs. On the floor. In the tub, in the car, up against the minibar.
Anyway. We’re driving back down to Trondheim in less than a week now, bringing with us my brother who starts uni soon. I wish we could stay here for at least two more weeks, but that would probably drive Tor insane - he’s a city boy, not used to our country ways of sitting around doing nothing because there is nothing to do and nowhere to go that isn’t too far away.
Also, should anyone wonder, we have not brought the cats with us up north - they’re staying home, and Tor’s mom is taking care of them and our house. With all this doing nothing, I haven’t really had time to miss them, but hopefully they’ll take some of the sting of having to leave my parents again, away.
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