Theft

Even here in this remote area, in the country with perhaps the least poverty in the world there is no guarantee that people won't steal your things if you leave the door open. This morning me and my couchsurfer found out that our new (bought this year) shoes were gone. We'd left them outside my apartment door because they were wet and dirty from the walk in the slush outside. However, it had never been a problem before to leave things outside the apartment door because normally only people who live in the building would get in to the building. But the main door to the building wasn't locked this morning - and it was probably our own fault that we didn't check that it locked itself when we came home late yesterday.

A good friend once said, problems that can be solved with money are no problems. Maybe these shoes will come to good use for someone else. We can always afford buying a new pair.

Weekend with the choir

Why did I sing the wrong tone without noticing? Now, maybe I shouldn't be part of this group. These people are all quite musically talented. But then the conductor held a speech that moved me. 'Studies have shown that choir singers in Sweden live longer than non-choir singers', he began. And joining and being part of the choir is the best decision we have made. It isn't primarily the voice register that is important - the important thing is your ear. And for the ones that only joined recently it is tough and a lot to learn, but I (the conductor) have faith in this choir. The studies have also shown that choir members are more often divorced than others.

Anyway, I should practice more and use my ear diligently. I need to have faith in myself as well. A new practice session tomorrow.

Knee-deep in snow

Spring has arrived to Southern Scandinavia, but here we still have snow up to our knees.

A white surface in the woods,
untreaded,
a soft step
landing and sinking
breaking the seal
between the living
and the inanimate.

So cold it's painful
yet must move on,
to get to warmer times.