Sunday, September 20, 2015
Chilly, damp weather is on the way... in Bergen. A little girl needs WOOL!
This will be the fourth (or fifth) pair of warm pants. But it turned into a saga of yarn! (If I was clever, I would compose a rhyme...)
It started with... "I need wool, superwash wool, in girly colors, of a certain weight..." Normally, a knitter would have a look around the LYS, however, there exists none within 50 miles. (sigh) That just makes me dumpster dive into my stash, and there, sitting in my living room is a big BIG BIG bowl of yarn. (You know what I mean, Denise/Kay/Jennifer/Jenny. It's been there for years.) Fingering weight (used double), various colors, and I decide to use it up. (This yarn was purchased for a sweater, but I lost the pattern and didn't find it until 3 years later. In the meantime, the size became obsolete, and I got fed up with trying to locate it and used some of it for other projects: Here, here and here. (Seven projects in all; see below for Ravelry link.)
But without knowing how much I needed (exactly), I started out using two colors at a time.
And then another color combination, and...
Another combination. Now I knew how much, but not really crazy about mirroring my original, so...
I ripped it back and ... made a new combination!
This one I like! It's a keeper.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
School in Norway starts with first grade for six year olds...and last week was the beginning, kind of...
First graders go to school for half days, and the transition from 9 hour day care to a school program of 3 hours just doesn't work with most families. Therefore, the school system has a nine hour program to supplement the school day, including school free days. This is the program that started at the beginning of August. It was like going to school for the first time. Only it was two weeks before the first classroom day. Our daughter tries to make transitions seamless, so they moved to this neighborhood two years ago, and immediately showed interest in the school by using the playground weekly for its equipment and biking area. City living doesn't always have wide expanses of bike training areas, besides city streets in Bergen are predictably uphill or down. We were all used to the walk to the school and the playground area (which was at least half of the time spent those first weeks) so it was really an introduction to the inside of the school.
New lunch box-- check!
Grandma gets to go, too!
The only drama was lunch time when "fishcakes" were served as the hot meal of the day. "Fishcakes" is exactly what it sounds like. I can imagine that served as a hamburger with condiments would be ok, but meat/fish among many other things have never made it to this little girl's lips. The first of many dramas, I suspect.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
I heard about some concerts at Fana Church. All during July, and it wasn't until the very last one that I planned my transportation out there. It involved a ride on the light-rail and a bus, and it didn't disappoint!
Inside was spectacular! I was expecting a choral concert, but it was a tenor soloist and organist/pianist. If I could locate the program, I'd publish it here, but, alas, I put it "away" somewhere, only to be found again when I die and my daughter cleans out the house... How many things she'll dispose of. It's all good!
Memorable pieces are "Panis Angelicus" and a folk hymn from the Hebrides, which we all tried to sing from the hymnal. I emphasize "tried". The first verse goes well for most of us, but when the text becomes separated from the notes, we all had a bit of a challenge, including the accompanist/leader. It was fun.
Fana Church is pretty famous. The roof is partially wooden like stave churches and stone like medieval churches. Here's the link to Wikipedia, complete with a cool "legend of the Silver Cross."
Afterwards I spent an hour fooling around in the graveyard looking for a geocache. Never located it. Then it took an extra hour to get home because the bus route was especially confusing. All the buses going by were out of service, and I knew they were all going to exactly where I wanted to go. After waiting 40 minutes, I was texting my daughter, hoping she could find a way for me to get away from this place... eventually two school boys showed up and asked me when the bus was coming. I explained that it might be another 1/2 hour, and they started holding out their hands to the passing buses and one stopped! It was raining by then, and indeed, the bus took us to the light-rail station, as I thought. I was grouchy, to say the least, and later found that if I had waited at the place I got off (in the opposite direction) I would have gotten there faster. Curious.
As in many adventures, I remember the concert and church more than the long wait in the rain. Yay for selective memory!
Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Sorry... These will be late reports on activities over the summer. I could have posted in July.
Spending the summer in Norway, not a warm summer, but averaging 15ºC as the high temperature, I willingly put a quilt on my lap. This is the quilt that my daughter pieced more than 10 years ago, and I have been quilting it periodically. I pointed out (a year ago) that it wouldn't get finished if it was tucked away on a spare bedroom bed that was 100 miles away. It traveled back to Bergen with us a year ago, and this summer I managed to complete 3/4 of the inner border. It had lots of competition!Trips to the museums, the aquarium, playgrounds, daycare and school...and