Lament for our old lady

Fresh fish is so tasty!

Old little madam has fallen asleep for the last time.

This extraordinary cat who followed with the house and got around 26 years of living, that would be like a man who lived until 150?

Special in a way that she was always so kind to people, loving mother to her kittens and also this very skilled hunter.

When kittens grew up she would go out and hunt something that would get their minds into real food. She used to drag home big black rats the same size as her.. and when the kittens where horrified, she brought home squirrel instead and there is not many cats that can chase a squirrel in the trees. She has sometimes brought home hare..

One time when she had kittens and lying in a basket with them in the hall. A women with a puppy dog come and visited. She put up her ears and eyes above the wall and stared at the dog, then jumped off to the floor and went right to the dog and gave it a real claw on the nose, dog screamed and hide under a bench and the cat walked slowly without looking back to the basket with her kittens. The dog was a Mastiff, as a puppy about twice the size of her self.

In her last years she lost her hearing and also this hunting that was the fun of her life. So she became a very happy fisher instead. When you come home with some fish in the bowl she would directly fish them up and eat them. Always so happy about these fishing.

She was always so clever and used to observe if a car went away it would perhaps come back with some fish.. and this last day of her life she followed to the car that was going away and sat down patiently to wait, if it would come back with some fish.

When the car came back she had laid down and fallen into the endless sleep perhaps dreaming of fish.

Childrens put her in a box with some towels to make it cosy, fresh flowers and a fish next to her.. Oldest has buried her in some secret place in the woods, she says she is going to build a little pyramid with stones above before she reveals where..

Calm and cool Sunday

Rather grey weather today, some confusing in the morning about what time it really is since we changed to summertime this night. Hmm.. so if clock is seven it should be eight in this new timeorder. I dislike that grub with time, time should be a fix point in eternity..

Got that Sunday dread and spent most of the day on my back reading, thinking and listening to music like this.




She seems to be.. interesting..

Real men smells Diesel

And my nickname is Diesel??

Hahaha! I got that name when studing at the University since I allways mucked around with something that was going on that acid..

Somehow I was raised in it because my father always used to drive Mercedes Diesels. Later he changed from a 200d to a 220d from 55 to 60 hp and I was astonished at that extra power:-)

When I started my own ownership in cars there was ever this diesel Merc.. Sort of having that in the blood. No chanse of competing to anybody at the traffic lights but somehow.. can't explain but I really liked driving around in these underpowered cars that was was running on Diesel. Secretly I always dreamt of having more power from these oil burners. What I did in those days was trigging the fuelpump with some extra moisture that resulted in black fumes and perhaps some extra umph.

Come to stumble upon this on Youtube, yeah.. must have looked upon it a doezen times.. (or even more) This is one of my dreams now fulfilled by this Finnish guy and he is really doing some black fumes..

To come and be that underdog with an old Merc Diesel.. so cool.. and unexpected...

Sun reveals my lazieness

Took a walk at lunch and got rather surprised, sun was so warm that I could take off my cap. Strange feeling of walking with nothing on your head, have some vague memories that it has happened before, although not this year :-)

Heard and saw the first motorcycles that has woken up from hibernation and got a bit stressed, back home I´ve got five that all need some fix more or less and there would be so much time to deal with all of that during the winter… I´m a master of putting off until tomorrow what is better done today :-)

First Kiss

Had a laugh when I read Classic Bike today. There was an article explainig that there are certain things you don´t forget. Like your first kiss and your first Motorcycle:-)

I still remember my first kiss.. at sixteen.. and it was on my first bike!!

Haven´t got any idea who she was, just a girl who wanted to take a ride around the block when I was cruising one late evening. She thanked me by giving that kiss, a bit surprising for me who was rather uncertain on how to deal with girls at that time..

Now I found an ad for a similar bike, Rather uncommon to find any of these nowadays, and I am tempted on buying and going back to the roots. Cruising down to the village and play cool outside the hamburger joint, just waiting for a girl who wants to take a ride on a Yamaha RD125 from -78.

Saturday evening

Woke up at the sofa, must have been looking at Dr Who:-) think we where into the fifth doctor, Peter Davison... Oldest is a collector of Dr Who and have all, yes every episode from when the series started 1964? including the erased stories that only can be listened to..

Went down to the kitchen and found some fish sticks, left over at the stove from yesterday. And some vine that was left in a bag. Had a munch on it and got remembrance of eating fish and chips from a paper in London..

Time after time

So time is healing the injuries.. just some more scars..

Still angry at my self, I have a life long responsibility, being present as a living and caring father.

There maybe one or even more problems inside my head.. a major is this total lack of fear..

From dusk to dawn

Bad judgement has been one follower all my life. There is one thing if it only is myself who get caught by the consequence. Not so good when those who are dear for me will be affected. Yesterdays mishap was just one in a row conducted by the author. Today i´m lucky to be alive..

It´s time to pull myself together. Now more mistakes..

Sundaythougts in the snow

The thrill is not downhill but going uphill to float the throttle and climb upon the morning crust, jump over stones and reach to the top.. gets some adrenalin..



And when you reach the top there could be something like this stone, wonder how lonely it must be.



Trick is to find a new path in the woods.



Use to take photos of my motorcycles just at this point, these trees looks so odd.



I like this 70-style of design in the decor. Wonder who they where these people who built this in -78. I like that name Thief River Falls, sounds like if it couldn't be much more than a small village. Must have a river to, and a fall.. Do they ever think about what happend to the machines they put together? That 32 years later one crazy Swede would go around and examine the limits on one that was built in Thief River Falls..

Crust is a whisper of spring

Yes crust is so essential for springtime. You just stumble on in all the powder snow and have nothing to rely on, but then one day it occurs..

That feeling, that you almost, can step on..

It's definetely spring in the air now and I rely on that crust..

Lots of snow everywhere

Shrewd to have the Snowcat just outside the porch



Forgotten and now it's hard to get her out.



Youngest busy digging caves, like I used to do in her age.

This winter we had a lot of snow, unusual here in the south of Sweden. One reason why I moved 1000km to the south was this snow.., fed up with shovel snow each and every day during the winter...

Now it has been like an ordinary winter in the north. Perhaps the next step will be to move 1000km again and settle in Italy, grow olives?

Wooden Art

Although they are sort of artificial the impression is great. Looks almost like an installation.

Calm, quiet and isolated, standing tall with only a minimum of branches, reminds me in a way of humans..

Moments in time

Went out skating with youngest daughter this evening. Winters have been mild without any ice to practise on for some years. Now when cold and snow are in abundance we have the chance of training her skating. In the village is a hockey rink with fresh solid ice and electric lights. No other one was there and we could skate all alone. I remember when I was in her age and used to go skating with my father at evenings. I wasn't so good at it, same level as she, but we had fun together. Was those moments that stays in memory lane.

Daughter remind me that we used to go and swim together last summer, she would wait until I come home from work and then we had our lake where we could go and most often be alone. She laugh and remarks that the difference now is that we are on frozen water.. We use to have fun together, moments like these is what life is all about..

I make my own tracks

Riding on soft powder snow feels like doing it on virgin clouds

A bit icy for a trip with a bike these days So I ride into the woods on my snowcat..

Christmas Day

View from kitchen window

So I went for the earley Christmas-morning service this morning at six a clock. Oldest daughter are part in a tradition for the Scouts to march this morning out to this church in the countryside with torches and read the Scouts peace-note as the opening. I thought that this year would be suitable for me to visit the service and bring her home afterwards. I haven't been to Christmas-morning service for over twelve? years. It is rather cosy just to sit in the church with hundreds of candles burning and listening to the choir singing. You feel warmth inside of you.

The priestess looked rather good when she stood in the pulpit, I didn't really listen, thought more about how it would feel to hug her.. O yes she mentioned the phrase climate-sharp, sort of modern word today.. Afterwards she stood and thanked the visitors but now she did not look so hugable.. I spended eyes on the female choir instead..

Outside the church they had an open fire and offered warm Glüh-wine (non-alcoholic) and the choir sang a little more. A man stepped forward said that this was such a wonderful morning with the choirs from the angels and all this warmth you can feel not only from the fire and Glüh-vine.

Now back home I would spend the rest of the day inside the warmth just reading and doing nothing.

A real Christmas present

Nock on the door this evening and this turned up. I've seen a lot of misjudged presents over the years like flowers and cards but this was in another league.

Home-smoked Salmon Trout just brought up from the lake and laying on Juniper (as it also was smoked with) all in a bowl made of concrete!

Hey this is the best Christmas present for years :-)

In the darkest hours

It was cold outside in the morning with -20 outside.. this the darkest of days in the year.



Rather handy when you have the Christmas decoration hanging in the bedroom window all year and just have to pull in the plug to get it lightened


Took a walk outside in the afternoon before the sun dissapeared completely. No this is not a Christmas tree it's a..



Juniper tree


Couldn't resist and had to start this up and listen to the sound, just smiled when rewwing up the twin and listened to it, who needs a Telly?



Sound magnified inside was gorgeous!

And then the sun dropped as it does and have done for thousands of years before..



Snow under the feet was moaning, as it does when it's really winter and not just some snow drifting past.

Lightly

So we are in this season when light is rather rare. Some brighthead(!) at work has made a room for therapy with light. Yes they have clothed it in inside with white linien and have these special light-lights and when using it you should also dress in white sheets whith a hole in for your head. Then the thought is that you should sit there for an hour or so and let your mind brighten up..

Rather interested when I tested it today with the white sheet on, stepped inside and felt.. lightened..

Thunder Can

What looks like an exhaust system is only a mock-up


Started this morning with my latest project. Or it all started when I talked with a guy sometime in August and promised to buy one of his bikes. Well time is something who consumes a lot of energy.. so I didn't pick it up until last week. He had bought it together with some spare parts for other motorcycles and since it is an odd model that only odd people care about (this will be my third :-)) he had just stuffed it into a corner and newer even tried to start it up. I took it home on my trailer and of course was kind a curious if it would run at all.

So this morning I started with changing the flat front tyre, changing front brakes that where obsolete, a new battery, spark plugs, oil and filter since it had been drained for some suspicious reason.. and then on the starting button but responses where slow so I used the old Dr Frankenstein method that really can waken up the dead, Ether gas.. And it bursted into life, left cylinder first as they always do and then it woke up with a gigantic rawl!! What an enormous sound, there wasn't just some minor leak from the exhaust, there seemed to be no silencer at all. The sound was this typical V-engine sound almost like a Dragster although this has only two and not eight cylinders.

Of course I had to take it out on a short trial on some of my unpaved roads. Really had a tremendous sound and I thought about that I'm lucky that there is no neighbours complaining out here in the woods. Big smile on my face, it really had that "lock-in-your-daughters" sound..

Now this evening I have changed the exhaust systems, the one who followed with the bike looked like a strainer with holes from rust everywhere. The bike must have been standing outside in rain for a long time...

With a much more civilized approach I put on helmet and leather suit for a test to see if it would run on high speed, this is the Achilles heel on many old bikes of this odd type. Ahh.. yes it had that sound and feel and it had.. that unfortunate fault that makes it unable to rev above 3000 and so restrict the speed to 90...

That's probably why it had been sleeping for ten? years. The problem is not expensive to fix, just change a coil that brings electricity to the ignition, problem is that you have to pick out the engine and tear it apart because that coil is placed behind the flywheel. Those engineers who did this is probably in some Japanese old-peoples-home now and use to laugh about the thought of that job and if there are any fools who still runs what they designed for over thirty years ago.

I bet they are kinda oddballs..

Luleå revisited

Icebreaker Ymer waits for her wintertime work.

Went up with youngest daughter last weekeend to do some work and also visit mother on her birthday. Met my two brothers, we only occasionally meet all three together at the same time. Got some interesting talk about sailingboats and motorcycles and I will do one more crazy trading with one of them involving some old cars and perhaps one or two bikes.

Looked at some familiar sights and had to feel that special feeling I sense when moving around in this area. It was windy and cold like it usually is in winter. Town is built on a peninsula with cold winter wind running up and down the streets. Sort of makes up for the right feeling, a bit harsh.

I got a serious offer for a job up her and the opportunity of moving back. It is not so easy to decide how to do. No hurry, the job is tailor-made for me and perhaps can wait until next summer. Problem is I do not know how to do. In some way I long for this coast and that special soul you find in people and nature. In other ways I rather move a thousand kilometers south instead, that would be next to the Mediterranean... Living by the ocean is important for me, I'm bored by all these inland lakes. So how should I do, not so easy decision..