Table Dusting

Saturday. Manage to squeeze in an argument with Bodil before half-ten about soft boiled eggs. I want the family to wait for me while I cook them before they dig in to breakfast (for this I am labelled a fascist). The kids ignore me and eat anyway. I eat alone. The clouds of doom and my sulk soon lift however and we’re back on track. I order a digital piano online to replace the already defunct heavy acoustic version in the basement, then we’re all off to Lidingö centrum. The library is (as usual) full of brand new CDs for me to hoard and take home and load into iTunes (today’s catch is “Those the Brokes” by The Magic Numbers, which is on a first listen pretty damn good). Back home, it feels like as soon as Samuel’s friend Gustav disappears home, the next friend (this time Acke) arrives. Another sleepover. But it’s all in the name of fun. Ponder whether to buy tickets to Joanna Newsom in April. Probably will. Manage a 5K run in minus three on snowy roads, but it fills the lungs and gives me a much needed energy kick. Good dinner (the Colonel’s Paprikas no less), with a fair but simple bottle of Georges Duboeuf's Beaujolais-Villages 2005. Watch an Atom Egoyan film when the kid’s are asleep called Where the Truth Lies, which is total rubbish. I’ve seen a few films by Egoyan and I’ve reached the conclusion that the guy simply cannot tell a story. There’s so much "table dusting" going on in the beginning of the film that it makes me want to heave. Nice pictures sure, but where’s the entertainment?