Family fun: demolishing Adrian’s Lego constructions together, and sorting the pieces by colour to prepare for the next time. The Millennium Falcon is so monochrome that our sorting bins are “small light gray”, “large light gray”, “small dark gray”, “large dark gray”, “black” and “other”.

Ingrid did some mowing the other day to earn more money. Adrian also wants more cash, so he tried to do the same. But it was hard work. The grass is high, and most of our garden slopes.

Our off-and-on-traditional midsummer outing with the Lennakatten museum railway to Marielund.

The weather was hot and the inside of the train like an oven, despite the open windows. The carriage filled up later, but wasn’t as crowded as it’s sometimes been in the past. I think they may have added more carriages to the train.

The train ride took longer than scheduled for some reason, so by the time we arrived and had unpacked the picnic, we attacked the food like a horde of locusts. I barely managed to get a photo of the cake.

Adrian is rediscovering the joys of building Legos and bought himself a giant Millennium Falcon set.

Adrian and Eric are off to scout camp. (Ingrid gave up scouting about a year ago.)

A lot of building with Legos is about searching for the right piece. Especially the tiny, gray ones.

For the first time ever we had two end-of-school ceremonies to attend. (At first Ingrid and Adrian were in the same school, and then with covid-19 there were no ceremonies for two years.) We started at Ingrid’s and moved on to Adrian’s after a while.

The ceremony at Ingrid’s school was a “bring your own chair” affair. (At Adrian’s it’s “bring your own blanket” and only the oldest ones get chairs.)



There were a lot more parents at Adrian’s school so basically it was impossible to see anything. And the ceremony has been the same for the last 9 years – same songs, same speeches, same order – so hearing it was not very exciting either. But it’s tradition.


Going out for a buffet dinner after school is out is also a tradition.

The white anemones in the garden are flowering, so Adrian and I went to the anemone place in Hägerstalund, hoping they would be doing the same here. They were indeed.

I took photos, while Adrian gathered “sticks” (mostly larger than himself). And we climbed on things.

Adrian and I are making pasha. He chops and measures and mixes; I get the technical tasks of creaming butter with sugar, pressing quark through a sieve, and whipping cream.