"S" for Shoes

There is a custom here in Sweden that strikes me as rather pleasant if you are overkänslig with dirt. I am talking about the dirt under your shoes .
So from the house-wifely point of view you it is actually convenient to take off your boots/shoes/sandals and hopp around barefeet or socky.
However, if you think of the efforts some people may make to match their footwear with the rest of their outfit (and I am one of those ) it is pretty annoying to slope around on some dusty floor, possibly with cat's hair, food crumps etc. sticking under your feet. Of course, one can always take a "clean" pair of shoes along and switch over to those for the time being...........
And then I wonder, why it seems to be another local habit of the under 35 years generation to sit in the bus and wipe off their filthy sneakers on the opposite seat and kind of feel really cool in doing so. If I dare to comment on this they give me either a dumb, blank stare, kind of "I fuck donnow what the fuck is your problem" or the more outspoken ones say right away "Håll käften" and feel probably heroic.
Well, there are many ways to prove a point.

"JP" for JönköpingsPosten

I have to be honest: there was in fact at least one thing that has quite dramatically changed from often pretty bad to nearly non-existant after I moved to Sweden about 4000 days ago.
Yes, if people ask me how long I am here I usually answer in "so many days and nights". Gives the whole experience a totally different dimension. Kind of with a not-so-sweet taste....
But, as I said earlier: one ailment of mine has been cured: low-low blood pressure.
No, not by dipping in and/or drinking the water of Lake Vättern...
..........but by consuming the local newspaper, Jönköping's very own JönköpingsPosten.
My day gets a REAL kick-start simply by browsing through this journal quotidien. Reading it is such a turn-on, that my inherited low blood pressure has disappeared and is replaced by a strong healthy blood rush that prepares me adequately for the battles that await me throughout the day.
And I am rarely disappointed.
There is a amazing variety of news that strike you alternatively as hilarious, unbelievably stupid, totally unbelievable or if nothing else, typically Swedish (which is NOT a compliment).

On this Blog-platform I intend to write about all that strikes me as odd in the sense, that ONLY if you are born on the other side of the fence (another Swedish peculiarity, these fences!) you probably understand what the hell I am talking about.
So: pazienza, something will soon come up.

Myhna

I would like to explain the photo showing the Common Myhna, Acridotheres tristis.
It is a member of the starling family and also known as the Indian Myhna or Talking Myhna for its ability to mimic human speech.
My nickname is Myhna, for no special reason. Though I can whistle!
And yes, myhnas mate for life.

Went for my daily exercise program.
Feel refreshed and rejuvenated.
Am ready for my second shift.
However before I am on the road again I must quickly add WHAT this blog is to me: my rubber-walled cell, my punching-bag, my crisis-center, my soundless (apart from the klick-klack of the keyboard) scream, the pipe through which I can blast out my frustration over this remarkably stupid, enervating, frustrating, soul-less, boring place, where inefficiency, arrogance, incompetence, etc are standard.
to be continued.............

The start of my very own Blog.
I was somewhat hesitant to have one at all.
Mostly because I was not too sure wether it is of general interest what I want to say....but then I really do not care any more.
This way of ventilating my insulted mind ..............or an implosion that will cost the tax-payer money since it will make me "run into a wall" as they so appropiately say here. By the way, another local speciality. Dealing with stress and handling challenges like grown ups is not encouraged here.........
This is all for the moment. More soon to come.