48 Hours 'til S Day

On Wednesday morning I will bus out to the Tirstrup airport to gather my parents and sisters-in-law. (Funny, I had the Muslim-like desire to put, 'God willing' -Inshallah- at the end of that sentence . . .). Anyways, I pick up the Hey Haw Gang at the airport at 10. (There, that sounds more like me.) They'll be here 10 days.

I have spent the last week amassing a stock of food never to be seen in this home. I have squirreled 30 liters of orange juice in the closet (it's irradiated), and three kg of coffee. Peanut butter, several types of jam . . . the list goes on. I feel like I should be heading out on the Oregon Trail.

We have a mini fridge, which is common here. It's about 2'x2'x3'. The freezer is VERY small- 2 gallons of ice cream in the States would fit, with a few inches to spare. I have managed to stash the meat for 5 meals, but once I add frozen veggies I believe it will be full.

I've tried to prevent taking John's family out and using them as pack mules, but I'm afraid that might have to happen a few times. I expect we'll have to get milk every day.

No matter what, I have a feeling that whatever they're expecting won't be what they find here. We have 3 tv stations, and two don't come in well. Nothing is open past 6 in the evening. Walking is a major family activity, as are board games. (I'm going out to buy 'Viking Spil'- the Viking Game- today. I'll send photos.) Rachel is 17, Ryan likes to party and is 23. This could be interesting. I'll keep you guys posted- I might need a stop at the Hunny House this week to lift my spirits!

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In other news, I found out that Olivia and her entire family will be moving to Scotland this fall. Her dad has a job there, and her mom has decided to give it a go. My little Fin is going to get a Scottish accent!

Olivia was supposed to start Montessori pre-school last week, but I haven't spoken to her yet to see how it went. I'm pretty sure she'll love it. Every time she calls, I cry. It's pathetic. I can just about keep my composure until she hangs up. She always makes sure to invite me to her house, "You just get on the bus- a blue one- and then the plane, and then it takes you ALLLL the way . . .um . . . here." To be honest, if my visa hadn't been in process, I probably would have looked into spending the weekend. I'm hoping that I'll get in touch with her this week.