Ahhh...progress

Duck ,duck,goose....

    I was wondering why all the grocery stores had geese and duck for sale, up the ying yang. It was hard to find any meat besides the unidentifiable pork and a plethora of duck.



Apparently it is a Danish holiday ,when everyone eats duck and/ or geese.



My husband sent me this explanation of the holiday (which has obviously been translated from Danish to English) sooo, here's the story .....

"Morten Bishop
We know him as Morten bishop, but his original name is Martin. It is because of the legend of him that many of us eat duck / goose on Monday, when the 10th November - "Morten's evening." On 11 November called Martinmas day / Martins today.
He was born around the year 316th As a 15-year-old he entered the Roman army, which he left again when he was 18 years. Then he traveled as a missionary in among others Illyria. In the year 361 founded the Martin his first monastery in Gaul. He was appointed bishop of Tours, died in November 397 on a mission trip. In 659 he was elevated to saint.

There are many legends about the Holy St. Martin of Tours. One says that he awoke dead to life, another that he cured a leper by his kiss. The most famous is the story of how he hid in a goose-house, not to be elected bishop. It is the legend that connects him with Morten evening. He was a very holy man, but also very humble. When he heard there was a delegation going to assign him his office, he hid among geese in the goose-house. The geese piped up in fright, he was exposed and forced to assume the office of bishop. According to legend, he used his new dignity to utter a sentence of sorts geese. He decreed that every year geese should let their lives on this particular date. And so it was."


Or better yet......

     http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_of_Tours




Luv me

Oh how I love moving......

            Obviously, I am back in Denmark. I'm going to finish my catching up ,with the speedy version so I can move forward ,blogging about current life .

I was in Chicago for the birth of my very first grandbaby ,a huge little girl named Hayden.
Not only was she beautiful ,she was the most alert newborn baby I have ever seen.




After spending a week with her and the new parents, I went back to Arkansas where I had the joy of packing and cleaning for the next 6 weeks. I was getting our condo ready to rent out.


I barely finished my 10 page list of work when it was time to head back to Chicago for my flight to Denmark.




I spent 6 days at my son and daughter in laws . Babies sure change alot in 6 weeks!





 Hayden ,smiling even though she’s going bald   Isn’t she the cutest!

I wish I lived right next door to her.



My flight to Copenhagen was thankfully, uneventful.I even had 2 seats all to myself. That's as good as it gets.


I got here just in time to move into our new Denmark house. (more unpacking and moving) YAY!


So there you have the last of my catch up.


Here is our new house ....I think it has potential to be really cute (some day)

The cats LOVE to lay right by that radiator.
 

The living room …so far. Have I mentioned how much I lOVE moving? Ummm NOT!

Our bedroom …so far. They have this huge ugly white board built onto the wall.

Any suggestions on what I should do with it????

The dining room …so far . note the giant table leaning against the wall , waiting for someone with drill skilz to put it together.

The kitchen …so far. Note hubbys mess all over the counter.

you have to build your own closets

 

 

 

overhead grape arbor. someone please tell me how I'm supposed to cut it back for winter?

cute rain barrel

cute shed/workshop

We also have an office/closet room and 2 more bedrooms upstairs. One will be a guest room (so who’s gonna come visit us???)

The other is hubbys overflow closet room, where the suits go.

So…THIS is what I have been doing since I got here. Unpacking. Yesterday I had to force myself to take a day off, which was no easy task because all I could think about was all the stuff that needed to be done.


I'll be back soon with new adventures to report. 

                                               later Peeps!

Is THIS my Chariot? Seriously?

I was scheduled to go to Chicago on my grand baby's due date . Sept.7th. As the date grew closer I was more and more of an anxious,excited wreck. On the night of the 5th,around midnight,I couldn't take it any more . I changed my ticket to the next morning.

I arrive at O'Hare , expecting to be picked up in the little red Celica. Imagine my surprise when my son pulls up in his huge white work van. (it is a cargo van with only 2 front seats),

one of THESE was strapped in the back for me to ride in. I know, right?






Apparently, all the cars had just broken down except the van. They had time to pick me up and then we stopped at Beths moms for a couple of hours for a Bar-b q on the way to the hospital .(this was Labor day) Literally.



                     To be continued........ (I must get ready for the tile man)