Yay, weekend is almost here!
February 28th, 2003Was up early with my fellow, who had to fly down to Göteborg for the day. The kidlet had crawled into our bed, so I crawled back in after waving goodbye to my fellow. My intention was to grab an extra hour sleep and then get out to shop a bit before work. Well I slept until 1030. The kidlet got up and watched tv and let me sleep. He got himself juice and yoghurt for breakfast. He ate 3 of those little tiny yoghurts and used one spoon for each one. *laugh* So it was a race when I woke up. I got the dog walked, litter box changed, garbage out, kidlet dressed and fed something more substantial than yoghurt.
We headed into the city and then went to work. The kidlet was thrilled that the girls were there. I like it too because they keep him occupied while I am working and things go quicker then. We were done by 1600 and then headed back into Stockholm. Got the kidlet a Happy Meal and then we got on the train home. We were here by 1800 and then stopped at the postal outlet for our parcels. The Graeme Base books we got for Llywellyn are just wonderful. My new bathing suit is nice, fits well, but I wish there had been another colour choice besides black. *laugh*
We had the strangest time on the trains today. The pendaltåg smelled like a brewery because someone had spilled a bottle of beer on the floor. Then we got onto the subway and there were 2 drunk men sitting in the next set of seats to us. Again it smelled like a brewery. I don’t have a lot of patience with drunks. Probably from all those night shifts spent detoxing them. One of them was in the “sobbing” mode and if that was not bad enough, he began to bark. The kidlet looked at them and then went back to chattering to me. Suddenly the barking drunk yelled at him in swedish to shut up. Llywellyn was really startled and stopped talking and tears came into his eyes. I was not impressed and told the drunk to close his own mouth in a most angry tone. So the drunk started to cry again and the other drunk with him got him up and off the train.
Our trip back was fine, clean subway car, nice people. Then we got to the platform for the pendeltåg. A couple were standing at the train doors asking everyone who got on if it was the train to Märsta and people were saying no, this train goes to Upplands Väsby. So the couple would ask the next people boarding the train the same thing. I wondered if they were hoping the answer would change. Finally the doors shut and the man walked over to us and pointed to the train and asked “Märsta”? I said no, the next train was the Märsta one, but he didn’t understand swedish. So I tried english, but he didn’t understand that either. Finally I held up 5 fingers and pointed to the clock and he got the idea. His wife, very obviously pregnant spoke to LL and then handed me a piece of paper saying that they were refugees and had 5 children and no money for food so could we help. I said no. She tried to convince me by pointing to LL, showing me she had 5 like him and then making eating motions. I said no. She asked if I understood spanish. I said no. What I really wanted to say was “you stupid woman, if you didn’t spend money on that cigarette you are smoking, you would have some for your kids food and the one you are carrying would have a better start to life”. I really can’t handle women smoking while they are pregnant.
So the train came and we got on. Not before someone else asked if it was the train to Märsta. I guess there are a lot of illiterate people, since there is big sign stating the destination. *laugh* We ended up sitting across the aisle from the refugees. He pulled out a bunch of papers and she looked them over. Then he took out his wallet and counted a bunch of 100 :- bills. She then took her note and an empty coffee cup and went along begging for money for her hungry kids. Eventually we got to Upplands Väsby and they got off. So why in the world were they so determined to get on the Märsta train? Another of mysteries of life. *laugh*
My fellow called when we were one stop from home to say he had just landed at the airport. So we got home just after he did, since we did the stop for parcels. Dinner was cheeseburgers. I took out the turkey to thaw and booked a laundry time for tomorrow morning. Did some dishes and tucked in the kidlet. We watched Law & Order: Criminal Intent and then I walked the dog. Now I am in relax mode. I still have sore ears and a sore throat but hopefully it will resolve over the weekend.