linuspiknik

His name is Orion
a bloodthirsty lion
scratching with frightening claws
sharp teeth in powerful jaws
a hairy wrestling, nibbling beast
on your hands he will feast
watch out! he's about to take a bite
Ouch! he's got such appetite

© Linus Pknik

It's monday again, as so many times before!
It's monday again, I can't take it anymore!

I hate to say this but my life *****!

and from now on I will ignore... Ooops! I mean... enjoy the little things!

5 days of total slience
5 days without ear violence
5 days passed me by so silently
left me behind so white and gently

5 days of total colour-blindness
5 days of black and white without kindness
5 days and I haven't seen you
I closed my eyes for my inner blue

5 days in a very long-short distance
5 days of lonley obsinate resistance
5 days and now I fallen have to give in
because you're already under my skin

5 days of total silence
5 days in suicidal sence
5 days gone, never to return
but now I am ready to burn

© Linus Piknik

The blog, blog song

Oh! I have to blog
I have something to log
I'm blogging for you
Oh! you're blogging too!
I have to blog and tell you what's going on
Before it's passed through my head and is gone

Everything else feels so wrong
So I'm singing The blog, blog song


I have to blog it's so addictive
I have to log, it's so obsessive
I can't manage without it
I can't stop, no not for a bit
If I don't blog I will die
If I don't log I will cry

If I stop it can't be for too long
So I'm singing The blog, blog song

I have to blog, it's so Possessive
I have to log, it's so depressive
I can't simply ignore that need
It's kind of an annoying weed
Expanding at the center of my brain
As a misplaced tumour causing me pain


I can't resist it's way too strong
So I'm singing The blog, blog song

......................................................
© Linus Piknik

In Sweden we are very strickt on what type of tree we use for Cristmas. Most commonly it is the Norway Spruce but also the European silver fir and a few other types. anyway, there are also christmas trees in plastic which has it's advantages such as for allergic people, you don't need to water it or throw it away since you just pack in into a box of some kind and stuff it back on the attic and will therefore save money the comming years since you "recycle" it every year. And maybe the best part it doesn't shed it's needles! *YEAH* the drawback could be that it soesn''t look very real though.....

however my mother is allergic to most types of Christmas trees, so I grew up with plastic tress, which makes them the most natural choice to me. but one year we brought in a Scots Pine tree and decorated it. it was very beautiful even if it looked almost as if you had run over the tree with the car....... since Scots Pine trees doesn't look like the usual Christmas trees at all.

In Sweden Scots Pine trees used as Christmas trees are very rare, I don't think you could buy them at all, you'd have to cut one down yourself! 

but they smell so refreshing!

This noon I was having lunch at my stapgrandma's place, together with her and my two stepaunts and the youngest stepaunts husband. after that we looked at my stepgrandmothers collection of santa claus', one of them was lying sleeping in a bed, snoring and repeatedly sits up in bed and mumbles, if my memory is correct. anyway  suddenly my stepsunts husband says:

"our santa doesn't work in bed, he is just snoring......!"

apparently they have one too!

I spoke to my brother Emmanuel thursday night, she was having dinner at 10 pm! due to the fact that she is working ten hours days at this time before christmas. apparently they have people who are taking some working days off, and a lot of customers that needs to get things ready before christmas, she's a webdesigner by the way, and a good one too, if you ask me! (at least she's the  h*** of a lot better than me, since my proffession is pharmaceutical technician)

we were joking about that I would live with her for a week or two and be her own little housewife and maid. cook her meals, clean her appartment rub her shoulders etc. etc. run around dressed in a pink apron with orage flowers on smiling all the time!

I offered her to come and help her work, we could work in shifts! but then she said that she did'nt know if she could teach me three years of webdesign in in just a few days! 
but is'nt that what they call an intensive course?;).......

anyway I wouldn't mind, anywhere is better than here atleast now when I only have about 15 degrees inside the house *ugh!*

Yesterday was a cold day, but last night was even colder! 16,9 degrees cold outside last night. and 13,6 degrees warm inside! and today I'm trying too fire this place up with all of my might! the house is wood-fired, and the wood is a bit wet, since it was covered in snow yesterday when I brought it inside! so I bet you can guess how hard it was to fire this place up yesterday when the wood was literally soaking wet from melted snow!

the water froze in the barn yesterday! I had no idea that there was a risk for stiff frozen pipes! even so I should have seen it comming though the water in the old milkroom has been a bit "slow" if I may say so! meaning that it takes about ten minutes before you even have any water comming! so last night and this morning I have been carrying water.......

and as we say in Sweden "är huvudet dumt får kroppen lida" meaning "if the head is stupid the body gets to suffer!"

It's a bit funny though that a dry cold climate could be far more pleasant than a wet chilly day! such as a 16 degrees cold dry day is better than a wet 5 degrees warm day! it's pretty wierd, but since we have 16 degrees cold outside and 15 degreess warm inside, then maybe I ought to be outdorrs......

but instead of just complaining about this bitter cold, I wrote a poem about all the beautiful things with Swedish winter..... when we finally get to have a real winter, it mostly rains away.......

 

~~~~~Swedish winter~~~~~

a million stars are falling out of the sky
crashing on the ground just to melt and die
captured water soon to find release
if only we had some colder deggrees

~~~~>*<~~~~

and the cold came to us in the night with frost
in this dark time where the daylight's lost
Cold glistening flakes fall to the ground
and the white treasure of the winter is found

~~~~>*<~~~~

in the blood red dawns of this winters' time
the trees are sparkling covered in rime
the fields in the morning are disguised in mist
beautiful as it is, it's so hard to resist

~~~~>*<~~~~

the whole landscape is bathing in the white snow
powder snow is dancing in the Nothern wind blow
the air is so cold as I breathe it into my chest
So bright in the nights, my world is at rest

~~~~>*<~~~~

I love the cold winter, I love the white snow
born of sweden it's a part of the world I know
No winter without snow, no Sweden without cold
here I enjoy being with the snow to behold

~~~~>*<~~~~

dark as things always are this time a year
in this part of the northern hemisphere where
I was born of sweden, the place I will remain
in the long, long wait for a summer rain

 

© Linus Piknik 091216

 

My mother just emailed med saying "little Linus who are now prohibited from using knives and will have to bite off the twine"!

I aswered saying

"Hi! No! I think I must be allowed to use knives, how will I ever be able to cut myself accidently!"

Honestly you can't bite of that twine, it's made to withstand a great deal of power! atleast more than I have in my jaws!

So bite me mama!, I'm still gonna use that knife.........

Yesterday when I was in the barn feeding the cows some hay and while I was cutting off the twine around the hay I accidently slipped with the knife and slit my nose. I didn't realize I had cut myself until I felt something warm and wet pour down from my nose! so I ran into the house and put some badage on. I was lucky it wasn't one of my eyes.....

it wasn't so bad though, just a small cut, not even an open sore, but the scary thing was that I didn't feel any pain at all, and there was no blood on the knife so it must have happened so fast that my nose didn't start to bleed until a seconds later. 

but since I promised my mother before she took off to the Canary Islands that I would let her know if anything should happen, I wrote her a text message which said:

"There was an accident in the barn today,
I accidently slipped with the knife and slit up my nose,
but it's okay, it has stopped bleeding now....."

(He!He!)

to which she answered:

"are you kidding?"

and I wrote

"No! I have a plaster on my nose, ask my stepgrandma, and she'll tell you!"

and then I didn't hear anymore from her!

But I guessed she must have thought that I'd slit up my whole face, or something!
and when I told her that I had a plaster on my nose and was not bleeding to death in the emergency ward waiting for a doctor to stitch my face togheter, she probably understood that it wasn't so bad as it might have sounded from the text message!

So today I'm a little sore on my nose, other than that it's really not so bad, but I think I will have a pretty nice scar though........