On the podcast this week I talk to Ola, from Poland, about dubbing shows in other languages, the difference in Polish names and how to avoid ending up on crutches during the winter. Also, when practicing Swedish, a good tip is to talk to 2 year olds. They don’t judge.
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As I mentioned before, my husband and I took a 4-day long anniversary trip to Italy this past weekend. With only 4 days, we wanted every minute to count, which turned out to be a problem when the Italians decided to strike at the Rome airport. Our plane was delayed 3 hours until they could confirm landing clearance, so we were given vouchers for food (that worked in every restaurant except the specific one we went to, of course), and boarded our plane later in the afternoon.
Once the plane finished boarding and the doors were closed, it needed to be de-iced. The de-icing truck began to do its job and then ran out of de-icing liquid. We had to wait 20 minutes for another de-icing truck.
Finally, the de-icing was complete and it was time for the plane to be pushed back from the gate. We slowly moved backwards and then stopped after just a few feet. The truck pushing the plane broke down and we had to wait 20 minutes for a replacement truck.
The flight went smoothly after all the delays and we landed at Rome’s Fiumicino airport … only to wait on the tarmac an additional 20 minutes because of a plane in front of us.
The snow is melting today and it’s just a big slush of muddy roads and giant slabs of ice falling from roofs. I think most people here who claim they hate the snow don’t really hate the snow, they hate what’s going to happen because they know that eventually it will get melty and slushy, which I agree is no fun.
I think people would like it more if slush days were declared days off. When it ices over in Texas, most people get the day off school or work because it’s dangerous to drive with no winter tires. Well, when melting snow is making ice fall from the roofs, we should all get the day off work here and stay inside as well.
It’s actually quite dangerous with the snow falling from roofs, and many sidewalks are blocked off so that people don’t get hurt. All the more reason to order people to stay inside today. Can we just have this one thing? I mean, we don’t have sun for 5 months a year, so maybe a few days off on the nastiest days? I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
I was talking to another parent in my son’s class about the weather being so snowy and icy outside that it was hard to walk anywhere without falling. The other parent told me that she has been riding her bike in the ice and snow lately, but is a little nervous about crashing.
I said, “I can’t even ride my bike in the summer without crashing. That’s how I got this scar on my chin.”
She laughed and said, “I remember that happened to me too! I have a scar on my chin from falling off my bike when I was five years old!”
I said, “This happened in September. This year.”
She smiled and moved on to talk to someone more coordinated.
I like that I live in a country where this story has dominated the headlines the entire week. Someone drew a penis on a frozen stream in the snow in the middle of a southern city and the city had trouble getting on the stream to remove it, but finally managed to. Now this happened:
I had a spectacular fall on the ice yesterday. I’m talking a full-out comedy banana peel-type fall landing horizontally on the ice. The only thing missing was the Benny Hill theme as background music.
It’s mid-January and so far the score is Winter – 2, Heather -0, unless a defeat against winter would be a day I haven’t had to go outside but worn pajamas all day indoors drinking hot chocolate. Then the score is Winter – 2, Heather – 1.
Took the kids out for some Frisbee this past weekend on the big field by our building. We got a few strange looks from people going by as the temperature was -2c and the field is covered in about a foot of snow. Honestly, it was no different than playing frisbee at the beach, except I was really cold in my bikini.
Lately, Stockholm has been one giant sheet of ice. If you want some comedy, just look out any window and watch people slip, slide and try to keep their balance outside.
This is also generally the time of year I start to see the largest number of people with crutches and casts.
In order not to end up as one of those people, I dug out my snow-grippers for my boots today, much to my husband’s dismay. Every time I wrap these things around my boots, he’s embarassed to walk with me. In his words, “Only old people wear those.”
I used to argue about this and almost had him on my side until we stepped on an escalator and my gripper got caught between the lines in the steps. Luckily, I freed myself at the last moment while my husband walked quickly away hiding his face.
He also doesn’t seem to like the “click, click” sound they make when we go inside a building. I tell him to pretend he’s married to a tap dancer.
I actually screamed “RUN!” this past weekend and meant it.
It’s not often you get to do that (which is a good thing). It’s something I make fun of in the movies so it’s sad to see that when I find myself in danger, I do the exact same thing.
My son kicked a drain pipe on a 5-story buiding that was full of ice. Suddenly 5 stories of ice came crashing down the pipe. It was a horrible sound. I screamed RUN! And we ran. Of course in the end it all came out of the bottom hole, but around here you can have avalanches of roof snow as well so I felt like my running was legitimate. I’m sure anyone watching from their windows got a good show.