week eight

When we were walking home from dropping off our car, I spotted a pair of jeans and a hat sitting on top of the snow. This was unsettling. The jeans were new. The day was cold. Where was the person who was meant to be in them? It was a bit like when you find one shoe on the highway. Why only one? And who lost it?

Two days later we were walking to pick up our car and saw this--the jeans now covered in a light layer of snow. This was more sad than unsettling, more final, more hopeless.

week seven

One of the highlights, in Lexi's eyes, of our trip to Finland: land of water parks, sparkle shoes and chocolate pie.

week five

is still on my camera. at school.

week six

The question of the week is:

Will we run out of "Western" loo roll before our car is fixed and have to resort to the sort that is procurable in the neighborhood?

Please, please let the car be ready first. (And how glad am I that I've lived here long enough to have an eight-week supply stockpiled? VERY!)

Not a beautiful picture, and it was taken with my video camera, but it sure tells a story...