Printing press sick. Doctor called but doesn’t really know what is wrong with it. In absence of any helpful professional help, machine proscribes itself random periods of rest and relaxation. Not having to do anything at works sounds wonderful. Getting paid to sit around, pure bliss what could be better. In reality anything would be better. It doesn’t take long before the boredom sets in with very little to banish it. There are only so many times you can read the same magazine and paradoxically there is very little else to read either. The books are either packed away for shipping, incomplete or in Norwegian. At least my Swedish has improved so I no longer attempt to read these.

My parents have returned home after spending last week over here with us. Next time they are over we will have to spend a day or two in one of the main cities as activities for the tourist can become limited in this area especially out of the tourist season. It was good to see them again, even if they did prove they could still beat me at bowling and insult by rowing technique. It wasn’t that bad, I just like to take the route least travelled, which in this case consisted of several circles and many zigzags.


As for the writing experiment, I will start to set up a page at the end of the week. Anyone have any ideas for a topic?