I'm such a bad blogger! If one has a blog, one should make an effort to keep it updated! Or so I've been told.
Not much is happening in my life, unless you want 5000 words on me complaining about my back hurting. I've set up an acupuncture appointment and am going to stock up on pain-killers and hopefully it'll magically vanish like Harry Potter in a fire place!
Otherwise I'm trying to get used to working again - not easy when you haven't been doing much for the last year or two, except some feeble attempts at school and work. I only work three days a week, but bad habits'n'all of that... I'm hired as an extra in addition to those who already work there, and that combined with the fact that nurses don't have to clean rooms anymore (they've hired cleaners in stead), I sometimes feel like I have to walk around looking for something to do. May sound like a dream job for some, but the hours go by so much faster when you have something to do. I'm actually glad I have more time to talk to the patients, which we didn't have at all the last time I worked at an old folks home, but still... I spend most of the day walking the corridors, waiting for the washing machine to be done and looking at my watch. And it never seizes to amaze me how wierd old people are. Let's just say I'm not planning on a career working at an old folks home. But it's an ok job for a while.
Otherwise I'm passing the days looking forward to all the things that are happening this summer. In the middle of july I'm going to Valdres with Mats. He can't stop ranting about it, where we're staying and how beautiful it is, and how we're going to sleep outside at least one night. One part of me thinks "aw, the mountains, clear air, starry nights, the crackle of a bonfire, romantic ey? Another part mutters stuff like "oh dear, I'll probably end up sleeping on sticks, getting eaten by mosquitos and it'll rain so bad we'll drown". Nice being bipolar, eh?
Assuming I survive the Valdres-trip, I'm going to a (very) local festival about 10km from where I live, mostly because of a band called Wintermare, which is a band I've watch evolve from 2 guys with acoustic guitars into what they are now. I know who they all are and has always loved their music, but it's been way too long since I've seen them live, so it's about time. Can't wait! The festival is called Tømmerfløtivalen, and here's Wintermare's new video:
And saving the best for last I've got Øyafestivalen coming up in August. Can't wait to sit in the grass with a cold beer listening to Tool and Nine Inch Nails, and ofcourse Sivert Høyem and El Caco. Plus a few others. Mutterings about rain and cold keep haunting me when I think of this thing too, seeing as we're going to sleep in a tent, but I shove them away. If it's too horrible I hope Fredrik has moved to Oslo so I can bribe him with a few beers and sleep on his floor. Perdy please with sugar on top?
