Aunt Roberta picked us up at the Flytogget station and drove us to her home, where I in my delirium tried to pack several days worth of conversations into a few minutes, and peppered her with streams of disjointed questions from everything about Norway, her life, the kids, the house, her car, the weather (it was pouring) and the buying power of kroner, not waiting for complete answers before firing off another. Time for bed. I think we slept until 2pm or so that first day? Can't remember.
Our big job, the one I was really looking forward to, was Claire's birthday party that evening, with sixteen 8-year olds at her Harry Potter themed party. I'm sorry I don't have any pictures. Roberta sent them outside to play once the rain stopped, and Damion and I hid chocolate coins in the back yard. Then we went back upstairs, and while the kids hunted, we threw more coins out the window. Children behave exactly like ducks, geese, or pigeons in that scenario. I am also reminded of the tremendous and constant awareness of what's fair at that age: "She already won a prize. It's not fair" was heard, in variation, many times.
Damion and I stayed up as late as we could manage, then went back to bed. This was probably one of the nights I woke up at 4am. That happened a lot.
Here are some pictures of the house my aunt and uncle are renting:
The owners have been living in Paris for the past two years, because they're just that wealthy. Even after a week in this house, I still got disoriented every time I entered the foyer, turning the wrong way for the kitchen or the library. Some of the floors are heated, and the artwork on the walls...well, let's just say they're not posters.
Next up: The Munchmusseet and Damion and I walk in circles.
Our big job, the one I was really looking forward to, was Claire's birthday party that evening, with sixteen 8-year olds at her Harry Potter themed party. I'm sorry I don't have any pictures. Roberta sent them outside to play once the rain stopped, and Damion and I hid chocolate coins in the back yard. Then we went back upstairs, and while the kids hunted, we threw more coins out the window. Children behave exactly like ducks, geese, or pigeons in that scenario. I am also reminded of the tremendous and constant awareness of what's fair at that age: "She already won a prize. It's not fair" was heard, in variation, many times.
Damion and I stayed up as late as we could manage, then went back to bed. This was probably one of the nights I woke up at 4am. That happened a lot.
Here are some pictures of the house my aunt and uncle are renting:
The owners have been living in Paris for the past two years, because they're just that wealthy. Even after a week in this house, I still got disoriented every time I entered the foyer, turning the wrong way for the kitchen or the library. Some of the floors are heated, and the artwork on the walls...well, let's just say they're not posters.
Next up: The Munchmusseet and Damion and I walk in circles.
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