My sister is visiting me so I don’t have a lot of time to blog right now. She got here Sunday and will be staying until next Thursday. I’ve got her into Geocaching so now I finally have someone to go cache with! We’ve found three caches together so far and we’re going to look for more today.
One Angelica enjoying life.
More photos here.
I’ve started a new activity. It’s called “nattvandring” which directly translates to “nightwalking”. Basically we’re a group of adults who walk around in the city center Friday nights and help out kids if they have any problems. We have no authority to do anything like pour out someone’s alcohol and we’re not there to say what kids can and cannot do. We’re just there to help if they have any problems. Which as we all know, drunk kids out and about on a Friday night may sometimes run into. So far I’ve only been out one Friday night but I plan to continue with this. The other nightwalkers were very nice and welcoming to me.
All nightwalkers wear red jackets and here’s me in mine, which wasn’t exactly my size.
Gimme gimme gimme! Link
The view from my balcony on the seventh floor is great and from there I can watch the sunset every night. Here are a couple of sunsets I’ve photographed.
Since I’ve recently contracted nickel allergy I can’t wear my favourite earrings anymore. I’ve worn silver rings in my ears since I was in high school but now I get rashes from them. I have other earrings I can wear but I only own three sets of seven matching ones and none of them are free of nickel. The solution was to buy seven titanium ball closure rings. Two 5/8″~16mm with 5mm ball, two 9/16″~14mm with 5mm ball and three 1/2″~13mm with 5mm ball.
This is what the rings look like but of course in three different sizes.
Yesterday I had my most interesting geocaching hunt so far. My friend Anders who was interested in trying out geocaching tagged along and we went looking for two different caches. We suspected the first one was placed high up in a steel construction which I found too dangerous to climb. Caching is fun but probably not worth risking your life for. We gave up on that one and continued to the next one which was located not too far away. Unfortunately that one was also placed high up, on the back of a road sign. The sign was rather easily climbable though so I went for it. I’m not afraid of heights but I’m afraid of falling to my death so once I had the cache and was standing safely on the ground again I was shaking and my heart was pounding. It was well worth it though and the joy of finding this hard to get cache overshadowed the fear of falling when I had to climb up a second time to put the cache back where I found it. This is my fifth cache to find and this was definitely the hardest one. It was also the one placed in the most public place, at a big crossroad where cars passed by every second. We were seen by many mugglers who I’m sure thought I was crazy. After all people climbing road signs can’t be a sight you see every day.
Anders by the road sign.
Circle around where the cache was hidden.
Me climbing to get it.
I have old blogs saved here and there. Stuff from 2002-2007, in different places. I hate reading those old blogs. I’ve tried reading them a couple of times but I have to stop after one entry. You see I’m not the world’s most positive person. I don’t think I’ve ever been. Still, I’m a lot more positive now than I used to be. Or rather, I’ve learned how to focus on the positive aspects of my life and not think so much about the negative, which are still there. Hey, who’s life is without negative aspects? Nobody’s. It’s all about what we do with what we have. Anyway, I wasn’t very good at that before. So I spent a lot of time wishing my life had been different, never fully appreciating what I had. And I blogged about it. I’ve blogged so much about wishing I had done more interesting things, seen more of the world, had been given other chances and more luck. Constantly, over and over and over again I wrote about what my life was missing. And I can’t read those blogs now. They’re like a waterfall of god damn misery threatening to wash me away. I can’t be in that place again, not even in retrospect. A couple of months ago I deleted probably two years worth of blogs saved as txt files and I’m seriously considering burning blogs from 2002-2004 which I’ve printed. Of course there’s bright parts as well. They’re full of nice memories too. I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go through all the negative shit in them to get to the good parts. Nowadays I keep my misery to myself. If I’m feeling down I don’t blog about it. That’s good because years from now I’ll be able to read these blog entries archived here on Whirlwind and only remember the good times. There’s been bad times as well but maybe not putting them down in writing is for the best. I’ll let my memories do what memories does. The bad memories fades with time and eventually you find yourself only remembering the good times. So I’ll let my bad memories fade and keep the good ones in writing to remember them better.
Today I’ve placed out a geocache of my own. I placed it in the woods near the neighbourhood I lived in when I lived in Västerås the first time around. It’s a really beautiful area where I loved taking walks in the spring and summer. Since caching is a lot about finding new interesting places I think this place was spot on. It’s a hill full of moss covered stones which looks like a scene straight out of a John Bauer painting. Don’t tell me this painting doesn’t remind you of this place.