So e hausten komen tebake

The rain came down

The rain came down
The rain came down on me.


The wind blew strong
The summer song
Fades to memory


I knew you when
I loved you then
The summer's young and helpless.

You laid me bare
You marked me there
The promises we made.
I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life so why can't we?
You cling to this
You claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain.


The nighttime creases
Summer schemes
And stretches out to stay.
The sun shines down
You came around
You love easy days.


But now the sun,
The winter's come.
I wanted just to say
That if I hold
I'd hope you'd fold Open up inside, inside of me.


I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life so why can't we?
You cling to this
You claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain.


This winter song
I'll sing along
I've searched its still refrain
I'll walk alone
I've given this, take wing
Celebrate the rain.


I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life so why can't we?
You cling to this
You claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain.

- R.E.M.

Restegarn kan bli mykje rart (og fint)

Garn i oker, oransje, brun og litt blå og raud, ska bli te sokkar:

To og eit halvt av nøste av ditta blå under kan blir noke litt større. Eg skulle til å byrje på det siste nøstet då eg oppdaga at eg hadde laga det litt for stort (nedste bildet), so eg måtte starte på nytt. Heldigvis va mamma so grei at ho begynte på nytt for meg, sia eg va so trøytt. No e eg nesten komt like langt.

(juleputa e det bror min so laga då han va yngre, og den e i støva sjølv om det e jul eller ei)

Translation: The orange, ochre, browns and reds (and some blue) are going to be turned into socks. The saphire blue will be something bigger.

Operasjon dagsverk 2010

Då va eg husmor som baka fletteloff. Og eg fann ut ein ting: ein kan ikkje leve berre av loff. Ein treng litt smil òg.

Translation: Today I was at home baking, and found that you can't survive on only bread. You need smiles too.

Korte trekk

Blondt hår e fint:

Gullhjarte og skjerf for å ikkje bli meir forkjøla:

Brev med tyrksik brevpapir og Sweet Chili-te.

Translation: Blonde hair is pretty, golden hearts and scarfs are nice to have when you're catching a cold, and it's incredibly nice to find that you've recieved a letter from one of your best friends.

Det meste kan ordnast med litt teip

...og resultatet kan bli ganske so magisk, berre sjå:

kjelde

Translation: It's amazing what you can do with some tape. 

Ein kvardag mellom to tider

Frå sånn:

 Te sånn:

Og elles va dagen krydra med "Lisa gjekk til skulen" på mobilpiano, onkelbrev, gule lappar, tyrksik te og samtaler om nysing og kva ein skulle gjort utan mikrobølgjeomn og maskin med varmt vatn te te i kantina.

Translation: Noticable changes, and the day weas influnced by simple malodies on a cell phone piano, letters from and to uncles, yellow notes, turkish tea as conversations about sneezing and what one should've done without a micro wave oven in the cafeteria.

Fjøsen med det rare i IV

Dinna koppen fann eg vekkgøymd på ei hylle i lada vår, ogso sette vi den i oppvaskmaskina, og når den va rein og fin, so fann eg ut at den passar perfekt til å a mjelk i, særleg viss ein har to smil ved sidan av.

Translation: This is one of my favourite cups, perfect for milk. I found it in the barn some time ago and it was love at first sight.