the dawdler!

so...when Erika needs to take a day off...it feels like a month. I guess this means I do not know how to rest very well. I think I am finally coming into some good habits that I wished I had kept a long time ago. The habits like spending hours with Jesus in the morning, dancing, riding bike, eating a long and slow breakfast, and dawdling. I love to dawdle. Just walk slowly around and fiddle with things as I go. I think it can be so annoying for some...and maybe if I was watching me dawdle I would be annoyed too. But really, when would you get to pluck your eyebrows if you never dawdled?

we have been walking everywhere, and eating lots of bread. I thought I would be running with Will until I had a break down. No more running---just riding my bike until I can manage to breath while exercising. we have been cutting wood and making large holes and lots of noise to try and get those pieces of wood to stick together in the shape of a square. I feel like I am hosting a small scouts club---and Will is the only one who came. thanks. I think Helina would have been there if she was not drumming her heart out in preparation for the tour. Helina would have shown us how to make those wooden sticks into kitchen cabinets. I think I would hire her just to tell me how to do things better in my life. good thing she just helps for free.
There were some moments that I thought I was being a bit rude to Will...as he make the most noise....with his hammer and with is grunting---but later he told me that he liked that sassy attitude. sweet! Norwegians are not well known for their understanding of humor that is not their own. i have to admit that I have forgotten how to communicate to my type of people. Will is my type of people. I guess that is a good thing. I am sometimes shocked at how much he understands without me having to run through everything three more times...with new words in place of the hard ones and the milk has turned into water. It's so refreshing to be understood.

we have new neighbors. the old ones moved out and left a bunch of stuff in the garbage can that you are really really really not allowed to leave there. In Skien here they use advertisement on public buses to describe with photos and words what NOT to put in your garbage can. You are supposed to put the food in a green bag, the plastic in a blue bag, and other things in a white one--that is flipped inside out and tied. This is excluding all loose trash like a set of blinds, frying pan, a pillow, and a cardboard box with your mailing address on it. You can guess.....the items listed in the last sentence were the items we have found loose in the trash can. Oh yeah! So....anyway. They moved out. The new neighbors are nice. They remind me of the neighbors who used to live on the east side of our house. OH WAIT....that is because they are the same neighbors!!! The Persian-ish folks moved two houses down. Have you ever done that? I know it is strange but some people do it. I thought about throwing them a WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD PARTY. It would be fun. I hope they are better with their trash.

tomorrow---finish the wooded frames and stretch canvas over them, read the Bible, eat a lot of food at various house invites, and hold hands with my boyfriend. I am so lucky!

by the way....this whole blog exists because I am dawdling before bed. see, I told you. :)