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October 7, 2004

Ooh. Want! I do have a plush Cthulhu hanging over my desk at work, so I’m by no means Great Old One deprieved… but still.

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October 6, 2004

Humming is good for you! (And your sinuses. Sssinuses.)

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October 6, 2004

Whee! My new posts are visible! Thanks, Walter.

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October 5, 2004

Comic goodness for role players: Order of the Stick! (OK, not just for role players. But they will get more of the in-jokes than other people, I think.)

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October 5, 2004

Have been ill since mid-August, more or less. It’s not fun any more…. not that it ever was. But now I’m getting seriously panicked about my work. However, the latest development is thumpingly aching sinuses which prevent me from thinking much. Maybe that’s a blessing.

In any case, I was succoured today, by Terry coming all the way out here with the food of the gods. That was a very nice thing to do.

And maybe one of these days we’ll be able to download new sinuses from the Internet!

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October 4, 2004

The statue called “Liberty Enlightening the World” was unveiled in October, 1866. The pylon and framework were designed by Gustave Eiffel (of the Tower) but the actual statue was designed by a sculptor called Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi. I’m sure art historians are familiar with the name – I must admit to not knowing it before today.

Today, however, I looked in an encyclopedia of historical events, to see what happened on October 4, 1904. I found a lot of interesting things that happened during the year – Salvador Dali, Pablo Neruda, Johnny Weissmüller and Count Basie were all born in 1904), but the only event of note for Oct 4 was the death of Bartholdi. He died of tuberculosis in Paris.

And on the same day, in far-away Kärrbo, my grandmother’s cousin Edith was born. Today she celebrates her 100th birthday.

Edith was born when Sweden and Norway were still a single kingdom, ruled by Oscar II. She experienced both world wars and was old enough to remember even the first. With her sister, she travelled extensively in Europe and North Africa, sending long postcards to our family. They owned a fashion store together, and later Edith worked in an art gallery – and her flat always looked a little like an art gallery to me, every wall covered with paintings. Only five years ago she still lived in her own flat, although when we came by for coffee we generally got instant coffee and not all the biscuits were home-made – and she came to Uppsala for my wedding in 1998, and stayed rather late in the evening. Her walking isn’t so good now, and she needs bifocals, but she’s still reading, and enjoying music and cross-words. She’s happy in the nursing home although some of the people there are a bit, well, old… She is a remarkable, remarkable person.

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September 29, 2004

This last se’endays has been a week of strong and very different emotions.

Last Wednesday, the birthday of a beloved nephew; he turned 12 and that’s odd for an old aunt to understand. When he was born I studied English. I still do.

Yesterday, the death of a beloved uncle – Torwald – who had been ill for quite some time, although I didn’t know just how bad it was. Maybe I’ll write some more about him later.

On Saturday, two weddings of which we could only attend one for tempo-spatial reasons. It was marvellous.

On Monday, the funeral of my mother-in-law’s husband (ex husband to be precise) whom I’d only met once, but who was a very big personality. It was sad, beautiful and moving.

And three friends of mine have had babies.