A Leopard doesn't change it's spots

This afternoon I realised that there was some shortage of cars for transportation next week. Not that the yard was empty of cars but it lacked one that both could actually drive by itself and be legally considering that test you should do once a year, our version of MOT.

So instead of trying to fix one that was MOT but did not drive unless you pushed it, I started to look at car ad's, it's so handy when you now have all that on internet. Have to confess to search for motor ad's is one of my big enjoyments.

Of course the price was the big factor so cheap or free was the only obligations and suddenly I stumbled on an ad for a ready to drive Volvo that I realised was from a young farmer I know who is living nearby. I phoned him up on his mobile phone number and he said "hey go and take a look", unfortunately he had gone with his family on a mini vacation (meat farmers have that possibility) "you should test drive it also, I think the car keys is inside". That's one thing I like with living at the countryside you never bother about taking out the car keys.

So I went over to have a look, his two dogs granted me with their tails waving, rather lousy as guarding dogs.. and the car well, It looked like a normal farmers car. Lots of clay everywhere and inside there was even more and also heaps of straw, paper, toys and the windows all with snout marking everywhere. At least it had leather upholstery so it would be easy to clean out the parts where you should sit. The style on the car was this typical youngster mode with coloured spoilers, sports steering wheel and chromium gear knob. When I started up it sounded almost like a Concorde... Just have to fix some dices to hang up in the rear view mirror and then I would feel like I'm eighteen again I thought.

Back home I phoned him up and we made a short wrestling on the price and then I could take it. He said I can come over and pay when his coming home tomorrow evening but it was no hurry.

Hahaha! now I have a real Raggar-Volvo again :-)


Note: Raggar(e) is best translated to young (or those who feel they are) boys and girls who drive around the city square in special style cars, listening to loud music preferable some heavy rock'n roll. the word as an expression has also a meaning of "picking up" :-)

Then what?

Went out for a ride this evening, no special target to go to, just a twist from the wrist with my thoughts on two wheels.

Thought that I feel I'm very productive, like I could do a lot more, no! nothing from job-jar:-) Feeling inspired but don't know on what..

Some other thoughts was on that day it's time to close the eyes for the last time. It would be a bit dull if it was from sickness, or not so bad if it was fast, immediately like a stroke. But laying in bed for months.. no not my style..

Back home I sat with the internet and paid some leftover bills. Woosch.. and then went 10 grand (kronor) out in cyberspace. This feeling of living in a squirrel-wheel is so depressing. It would be a dream to live without having to use any money.. or only a little.. or..

Realised that I've been humming on this all day. Beautiful and rough.. just like me:-)

Sunday again

Normally I use to go for a walk early at Sunday morning but today I just slept and slept having this extended dream with different scenes that fitted together, was rather amusing actually. No nothing important, the story based on my ordinary work and people I use to meet there. Funny how peoples personalities comes to light in your dreams, they appear just the way they are.

So it had to be an afternoon walk and I went to a hill I havn't walk upto before. The lake is not a new one, only this view. Here is where the fish that usually goes to the old cat comes from.

Sunday cat

Just another day in a cats life.




Hey are you following me?



Time for a break and smell on some flowers




Shhh I'm trying to sleep




Can't you pick them up so I won't get wet?

Old lady who followed with the house so the exact age is not so certain they said she was a kitten back in 1984. Has lived outside year around except when she has had kittens. Lived on her own hunting and food leftovers, no Whiskas ever:-)

Her name P***i sounds totally wrong in English ;-) nothing she cares about.. A master of hunting in her heydays, not only rats and some of them the same size as her self but also squirrels and hard to obtain birds like Magpies. Nowadays she seems to have lost her hearing and spend her days in a quiet pace. She really gets happy when you bring in some fish, no problem for her to pick them up from the water. The other cats thinks it's so annoying to get wet..

Days for kittens is over, she got her last kitten a couple of years ago and that daughter still lives here and is a true copy of her but... a complete gangster who blows by like a whirlwind and can take meat from the barbecue when you just make a little wink. Old lady would never do something like that, she just sit patiently and wait for her bones, knows that she always get the first ones.

(this evening she has picked up one of the Perches and ate it)

Roaming some back roads

With a harsh gearbox you get a sore big toe.

In my head the verse was; "They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band"

Also learnt a new word today.. serendipity.. haha.. that's cool.

Thoughtful Sunday evening

Sometimes it's the right time to take a walk in the woods. Made a long trip this evening pondering about my self..

Searched for the top of a hill to look at the view. Reindeer moss was so dry that it crunched under the feet. Air filled with all that smell from sun warmed forest. Totally quiet, not a sound so you could almost be the last man on earth..

Kitten heap

Fresh newborn and will hopefully be sold when they become twelve weeks old. They are all girls and striped in grey so they would perhaps find a new home rather easily.

Normally the kittens use to be black or striped-grey from this kennel:-) but people usually wants the striped ones for some reason. I think they looks so ordinary, find the all-blacks more interesting..

Sunny afternoon

Wow! it's Friday and sun is shining.

Wonder how many that feels the warmth of it this very moment?

Only thing that's missing is a girl to ride behind me.. except from my daughters :-)

The old road home

This is the old road from time when man first started to walk and ride between their villages. People and creatures has walked here for ages. Surely Nils Dacke (our Swedish Robin Hood) has travelled sometime on this special road in the mid 1500 when on his mission to fight against the Swedish king.

When modern times with car traffic came around a new road was built in 1958 and now the old road lays derelict. If you walk on and pass the corner straight ahead you come to my place.

Monday evening spin

Shuting engine, taking the helmet off. Sounds of warm metal that tickles together with birdsong and that spring sound from the newborn leafes in the wind. Warming my hands against the cylinderhead heat coming through the gloves. No I did not swim this evening, rather cold actually.

Will I dip before midsummer?

Sunday morning

Bedroom view.. perhaps time to take down the Christmas decoration?

Lazy morning in bed, being in that mixture of half awake and still sleeping, just slightly controlling the dreams and let them almost moving by themselves. Subject was motorcycles and women, maby just maybe I have a new bike in my dreams that I can long for. Not a special individual I'vie found but a type that slowly has grown into my mind and made it possibly this years long-to-have motorcycle. The other subject in my morning dreams was more indistinct. Partly on past and things I could have done different, and things I haven't done anything to.. this years long-to women is more obscured.

Today's plans would be a stint out at the field and then a twist from the wrist with the one of my bikes that is possible to shake into life ahh.. should have used all those dark evenings in winter to do that major overhauling..

Flowers in the sky

Cherry blossoms in the sky, delicate female flowers filled with joyful springish lust..

Blue sky concealing the darkness of eternity where all once begun.

World in perspective

Ice has melted away sun is shining a perfect morning to go fishing. Some hours gone away just sitting there listening to the spring birds and feeling good in your soul. Not any bite but that doesn't matter.

Lay on my front looking down through the openings between the planking, a mirror of my eyes in the water and a shadow of the bottom it's tricky to focus on both at the same time. Spent a long time playing with that funny focus phenomenon such easy fun you can have in nature :-)

Cleaning day

First stint with vacuum cleaner on the second floor this year, it's more fun to do the job when it really makes some difference.. engine cough almost dies when it snort up some heaps of dust, good for it to get some exercise and you get a strong immune defence too..

Sun is absent

Thought about the absence of spring this morning when I took a morning walk on the snowy road. Miss the sounds of birds and warm sunshine that use to wake up this time of year.

Back inside youngest wanted cream buns for breakfast and we made them together. She doesn't want marzipan in hers, I think it's the whole quintessence in them. Ate mine in warm milk ahhh so tasty.

Time to go for the weekly visit in the library always expectant to see what you can find.

City feelings

Walking on some half known streets this evening. Everywhere are streetlights for safety and comfort. I pass through a park with trees illuminated from below, looks so interesting, stir your fantasies. A walking bridge over a little pond has some red lights on the railing gives some sort of carnival feeling. I take a break on that bridge looking around at all the lights from the city around, the big church in the distance has its walls bathing in light. Do people appreciate all this effort with lights, to give a nice impression for us who wander around?

Passing bars and restaurants one has candles outside, looking at the people sitting inside through windows. I´m a bit surprised that there are so many going out on a normal Thursday evening guess that is called social life.

It is a quiet city centre with no car traffic just us pedestrians and some cyclists who move around. An open window from an apartment reveals some laughter. All windows are filled with lights from the apartments where people live. This thing about living in a city attracts in some way. To have a café open at evenings or to be able of an impulsive sneak in on a cinema with a show that appeals and all just one block away from where you live. Some part of me would like to have this city life some other needs to live in the woods without any neighbours. Hmm.. think that asocial string in me is stronger, a city is nice to visit.. sometimes..

Woke up this morning windows frosted

-14 and a white blanket of snow on the ground. Thought about spring or rather the absence. First spin seems to be looong away this year, should have bought that snowmobile I was drooling over. Anyway time to slip into the long pants and go to work..

Sun is going up on a new year

First walk in the woods this year.



Birch is sleeping, the Pine is probably taking notice of all the curves when she's undressed...



Sky is so intense blue, can it be called Azure?



This is a wild Cherry tree. The berries can be real tasty in summer but hard to reach without a ladder.



Winter sun always has these mild yellow light.

Last day this year

No I'm not going to party and celebrate that another year has gone hmm..

I'm going to the sauna right now to lay in the warmth and contemplate looking at the patterns you can see in the wood on the walls and ceiling just letting your imagination make something out of it.

Art impression

The collection is vast from running on auctions and second hand stores for decades, bringing lots of find home to be standing in some closets.. Some paintings has actually made a place for them and I like to glance at them once in a while. Like this one that I found somewhere for maybe fifty kronor or something like that. It hangs in my bedroom and I look at it every day, haven't got wearied yet.

Perhaps "real" art connoisseurs would dismiss it just as flamboyant and to much of everything. But I like it as it is and use to let the mind play with different ideas when looking at it, sometimes I can let the mind take me yo that shore and let me walk in there feeling the breeze, warmth and smell from the sea. I can wonder what year it is, believe something like 1800 and then what clothes people would bear, believe they where uncomfortable.. especially for women if it was warm. Things where not always better before.. Wonder what language you would have to master for communicate with the people over there and what food you could find, definitely fish but what sort and do they use to make it over open fire or boil it, have they discovered potato yet or..

Sometimes I only take in the light and colour, it makes me cosy only to have them in the eye for a while, think it's definitely a warm painting.