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Running the marathon

Marathon day! All the zillion little Christmas details to get sorted out. Poor EPI’s been sick for two days yet got up early like a trouper to help clean the apartment. Next some last-minute shopping was required (his), then the fetching of a Christmas tree that...

No more SAD

Winter solstice today! Also making this is the shortest day of the year. We had our four hours of daylight which is bad enough at the best of times, but when it’s overcast and grey like it was today – pfftt! Can’t even call it a proper day. WHO’S SORRY FOR US?...

They eat horses, don’t they…?

Hasty posty this evening – because it’s not even evening it’s proper night and this is the first free bit of time I’ve found all day to indulge my blogging habit and me eyelids are getting just a weeee bit droopy. Just want to send a big TAKK! to Sigh Club for making...

The heat is on

The Christmas heat is officially on. Stressed-out Icelanders flocking to the mall – packing the stores that now stay open to 10 pm every night, and until 11 pm on the 23rd. YT made the insane mistake of heading to the Kringlan Mall yesterday afternoon (a Saturday!)...

Cookie ace, yeah!

I did it! I ACED the baking thing last night! Baking cookies, and not just any cookies, oh no. Sara Bernhard cookies. Those of you who know will Understand. Those of you who don’t – well, let me just say that they are arguably the most scrumptious culinary inventions...

Many dead lice

Well, the dead lice continue to fall. From my head in true Icelandic fashion. Now, it seems, ol’ Bobby Fischer was offered the residents’ status without US authorities being consulted. (See yesterday's post in case you're already confused). It was, however, made clear...

Our man Bobby

Yesterday’s Breaking News: Icelandic authorities have decided to award ex-World Chess Champ Bobby Fischer a residents’ permit in Iceland. Prompting one to exclaim, in true Icelandic fashion, “Let all dead lice fall from my head!”* Why this stunned amazement? Well, for...

Watching the finish line

Only six more days to the winter solstice. Amazing how that particular date looms like a psychic finish line: persevere through the gradual descent into winter darkness to this point – the very heart that we are currently immersed in – until the 21st when the trend is...

Mmmmm, sleeeepp…

YT gets positively Homer Simpson-esque at this time of the year, although where The Home fantasizes about beer, I fantasize about sleep. Honestly, I think I could sleep around the clock in this midwinter darkness! Getting up in the morning is a Herculean task at times...

Invasion of the Yule Lads

First Yule Lad arrived in town yesterday morning. For those not in the know, Yule Lads are Iceland’s version of Santa Claus and are, I venture to say, infinitely more interesting than the tubby and insipid ho-ho-ho Coca Cola version. For starters there are 13 of them,...

Everything Happens

Yikes! Another blaze last night. This time right in our little nothing-ever-happens-here neighbourhood, which is rapidly turning into Everything Happens Here Neighbourhood (witness blog a few days ago about the cops ‘n robbers action outside my window). It was in the...

Let it snow! Please!

I’ve got a sick little AAH staying home from school today. Sore throat, muscle aches, fever. Which reminds me how grateful I am to have the opportunity to work from home – and Be Present on occasions like this without having to explain to anybody (boss, colleagues)....

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