Köttbulla Dag
Swedish day. Meatball day!! And I had Swedish meatballs for supper!!
Today in 1951 my grandmother died from a car wreck. She died on her daughter's birthday. I was around 3 years old. I needed her in my life. I still need her.
I finally slept good last night. Had to take a pill but so be it. Finally. Nine days of poor sleep is not healthy.
More lightning last night. And rain. I slept through it. Emptied my rain gauge & had 1.5 inches in it.
I met my friend LL for lunch at the White Peacock. I only had cinnamon roll, a few chips, & tea. But I forgot I am not to have sugar when in a flare. The roll made me so sick feeling. I did not get sick but it was close.
Good to get back to my photos. How I missed them. I finished the "H" Folder of photos. I grabbed the "I" Folder & it had a whopping 3 photos in it!!! That took all of 15 minutes to scan & finish! Then on to the "J" Folder. That one had me worried. Johnson is such a popular Swedish name. But not too bad. Then I saw the "S" Folder & the "R" Folder & got truly scared. They are huge!!! 😱
Great to be at work. Nice to see friends, to laugh, to learn, to feel I belong.
Supper was with my friend JR who used to live here & moved away. I really miss her. We ate at the Crown & Rye. We both chose to have Swedish meatballs (svenska köttbulla) for supper. Had them with mashed potatoes & lingonberries. It was sooo delicious. I plan to go back more often. Or bring an order home often too. And I had not a twinge of feeling sick. They had no sugar.
We had a great conversation & memories. Several people walked by our table & even talked to me. Those photos actually helped me feel part of the community. Many people just ignore me. Hard to feel like a Lindsborgian most of the time. Of course I moved a little away after I got married Makes a difference. All or most of my school friends did not stay my friends. Maybe they never were. Maybe they just tolerated me. And now there are better people than me. Now when I talk to classmates they all are close to each other & the other classmates. I am not close to any of them. I am very thankful for the people who do accept & like me, few as there are.
The word Köttbulla always reminds me of Dad. If you pronounce it correctly is kind of sounds like a cuss word. When Dad was little & in grade school he thought it WAS a cuss word. So he would call people that "name". Then he found out it was only "meatball". That took all the fun away!!!
Cinder is still out & did not come when I called. Did not get her outside time. Will try again soon.
Photos today are just nice calming sweet photos. Like I wish my life was.
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