A new challenge

On Thursday, I delivered a two-hour lecture on Internet Marketing for my network of small-business women.

The network's board had been looking for somebody to do a lecture on the subject, but the person who had been recommended to us was not interested. I'd been to a couple of similar lectures and figured I could do something like that myself. It's been years since I led trainings with the San Diego Tracking team, and I've never done much public speaking in Swedish, but I figured I could do it.

It's a subject that I'm interested in, and I spent quite a bit of time gathering information and putting together a PowerPoint presentation. The PowerPoint part took a lot longer than I thought, taking up pretty much all of my working hours for the week preceding the presentation.

I'd originally planned on practicing by giving the lecture to a friend on Wednesday. We had a hard time getting our schedules to sync, so we ended up calling it off. As it turned out, I didn't even have a complete draft of the presentation until noon on Thursday. I spent the afternoon making fine adjustments to the animation and graphics. An hour before I'd planned to leave the house, I made the final saves, and went to print out my notes. Much to my horror I discovered that there was no way to print the notes without printing them together with the slide, one per page. That would mean 74 pages! I probably didn't have time to print that many pages, and I was already getting a low ink warning on my printer, so that wasn't an option. So instead of eating dinner and fixing my hair, I copied and pasted my notes, one at a time, into Word so I could print them out on four pages. I packed my laptop, threw on my clothes and a little makeup, and I finally made it out the door 10 minutes late.

My lecture was at a school, and while our access was through the main door, it was far from obvious which door that was. I taped a flyer on the door, but there were already people wandering around. Because it was hard to find and there were people who had said they were coming who weren't there, we waited. Unfortunately there were several people who did not show up, so there were only 12 people. I'd been hoping for more, but considering turnout at out network's events over the past year, 12 wasn't bad, and it included 4 first-timers.

We started the lecture 15 minutes late. I felt like I was off to a slow start, and the first few slides felt awkward, but I soon got into the groove. The first half of the presentation took one hour, then we had a break for coffee. 20 minutes later, I started up again. People had a lot of questions, especially about Facebook, and soon we were about to get locked in when the automatic alarm came on. I had to breeze through the last 15 slides, but then we packed up and got out just in time.

The next day, I was thrilled to find e-mails and Facebook peppered with comments praising my presentation. One does not get rich delivering lectures like this, but after spending so much effort on preparation, I do hope to be able to deliver it a few more times for other groups.

Next month, I'll be giving a lecture, also for entrepreneurs, on the use of pictures in marketing. I'm also thinking about doing a photography workshop for the same demographic.

Bonus points for Beethoven

We saw The King's Speech the other day--fantastic movie! Reviews of the movie abound, so I won't bother with another recap. I'd seen some trailers and thought it looked interesting, then I saw my friend Romy's review and absolutely had to see it.

I love that it's based on a true story, and Colin Firth was incredible. I can imagine that it's a lot easier to fake an exaggerated stutter than to portray the tension and exertion of one trying oh-so-hard not to stutter. Reviews of the movie abound, so I won't bother with another recap. For me, the icing on the cake was the exquisite use of Beethoven in this movie. Now the allegretto from Beethoven's seventh symphony is hardly obscure, but in the climactic scene of The King's Speech, it was absolutely perfect. It starts off quietly, carefully, but not tentative, yet with underlying strength and determination. Then it builds, gaining confidence until it soars in triumph, all the while perfectly timed with the speech.

I was tickled to find out that I was not the only one who was thoroughly moved by this scene's use of Beethoven. This article even contains a link to the music.

I also saw Eat, Pray, Love recently, another movie for which I had high hopes. Unfortunately this one did not quite live up to my expectations. I haven't exactly read the book, but I did the next best thing. I listened to it on CD, all 11 CD's of it, read by the author. Needless to say, this took quite some time because I listened only in my car, and only when I was alone for more than a few minutes. By the time I was done and returned it to the library, I felt like I was losing a friend.

Julia Roberts was good, as usual, and the photography was nice, but I was hoping it would be more like the book. I guess that's the price one pays for compressing it down into 133 minutes.

I've also been watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Or I should say, I've been trying to watch this. I think I've tried three times now, and I fell asleep every time. Some people might find this blasphemous, but I've been getting less and less into Harry Potter with each movie, and I think he's finally lost me. I think I like the idea of the Harry Potter stories more than I like the actual films.

M & B's Excellent Adventure

Last week we sent to see a slide show hosted by the local church. Normally we don't attend church events, but we were invited by our neighbors to see pictures from their trip to South America. It was so cute to see this retired couple recount their great adventure. Being dairy farmers, they had not had much opportunity to travel. B's brother has lived in Ecuador for a long time, but they'd never been to visit. Speaking neither English nor Spanish, the idea of foreign travel was daunting to them. Luckily M&B's kids decided that they were going to visit their uncle. They'd bring their own kids and their parents too for a real, multi-generational family adventure.

M&B were skeptical at first , but they soon realized that they were unlikely to get a better opportunity. For months, I saw them in training with their walking sticks on our dirt roads, not knowing what had sparked their sudden enthusiasm for walking.

I'm not going to go into the details of their trip, but I'll say that it moved me to see them showing pictures of the huge airplane that took 400 passengers. How easy is it to take things like that for granted? For one who's been traveling internationally since before I can remember, I was touched to relive the experience through their eyes.

They went to the Galapagos Islands, a big city, small towns, and a resort in the Andes. They encountered weird and wonderful plants, wild animals that were not the least bit scared of humans, and extraordinary scenery. They stood on the equator where they experimented with balancing eggs and pouring water down drains. They ate things they'd never dreamed of tasting. And after a few weeks, they returned safely home with suitcases full of souvenirs and a whole new perspective on the world.

Slicker than snot

"Slicker than snot," is the expression my husband used to describe our courtyard one day. I must be living under a rock that I've never heard that expression before, but it cracked me up. The worst thing was that it was totally true.

Since the new year, it's been all about ice here. Driving is challenging; walking is even worse. The temperature has been hovering near 0 C/32 F, so the snow is melting. Some days it melts quickly, and the ice is covered with water. Other days it doesn't melt much at all, and the water covering the ice refreezes. Every now and then, it snows a little to add some fresh slush to the situation.

The slush covered ice track is a lot of fun. In our case, this usually happens where there are walls of snow on either side, so driving is like riding a bobsled down a slush filled track. The tires get caught in the ruts, so steering isn't an option as one bounces back and forth between the snow walls.

The dirt roads are solid ice. With a coating of snow, they're not too bad to drive on, but when it melts and refreezes, it's almost totally impossible. Thank goodness the Jeep has 4 wheel drive with the right kind of differential and really good winter tires. One night we came home to find a small car blocking the dirt road. It had not made it up the little hill with the S-curve, and it slid backwards so that it completely blocked the road. Erik tried to help, but even with his rubber-soled shoes, he had difficulty standing still without sliding down the hill. He was not able to get the car unstuck, but he did straighten it out enough that we could get by. (We wouldn't have left her if she hadn't insisted that it was ok--her husband was on his way with a truck.)

The asphalt roads may or may not be better than the dirt ones. The larger roads usually get enough traffic and salt that they stay relatively clear as long as it's not snowing or blowing too much. The smaller asphalt roads can be trickier. Around here, a lot of the smaller roads have been three-track roads where the center track is shared by traffic in both directions. This works fine until there's oncoming traffic, then somebody will have to move. I feel like everyone's playing chicken all the time because nobody wants to take their chances on the ice. Since I'm the one driving the car that is almost always the one better able to handle the uncertainty of the ice or deeper snow, I'm the one who yields. Sometimes the snow and ice is soft and slushy (hard to steer), and sometimes it's solid (think catching an edge on skis). So far I haven't had any problems, but when Erik met a full sized truck on a very small road, he pulled too far to the side and discovered that the road had been plowed over a ditch. The truck stopped and pulled him out of the ditch in only a couple of minutes, but I'm so glad it wasn't me.

The white Christmas continues

The days between Christmas and New Years were all about snow and whether or not one was snowed in. There were a couple of times that snow drifts blocked the front door, so we had to send Lina out the window to go around and shovel the snow from the door. Unfortunately the snow was very heavy and she couldn't quite manage, so Erik had to jump out the window and help her.

Snow drifts also blocked the satellite dish which is mounted on the roof of the barn. We had to clear a lot of snow before the dish had a clear line of sight again. Quite a few buildings in the area had problems with roofs collapsing under the weight of the snow. Fortunately we have sturdy old fashioned construction with steep roofs, so it wasn't a problem for us.

My mother in law was supposed to come celebrate Christmas with us on Tuesday, but by the time she was done packing, she was no longer feeling up to it. She tried to come on Wednesday, but then her car died. We ended up bringing Christmas to her on Thursday.

We were all invited to a friend's house on New Year's Eve. We were there last year also, and I remember it being so cold out that the champagne froze in people's glasses as they made their toasts. This year, we must have run out of cold. The snow was melting and dripping off the roof, and the ground was covered in a good layer of ice with a good layer of water on top. It was also super windy, so drifts of heavy, wet snow blocked the roads. I baked a chocolate layer cake and a sherry bunt cake for the party. I also made some jello shooters. Our hosts are big fans of jello, but I don't think the other guests were so impressed. We shot off some fireworks at midnight, but fireworks really don't do so well when it's that windy. The rockets blew over the house and exploded lower than usual. Instead of cascading down, the sparks seemed to be blown out almost immediately. The wind chill also made it very cold, so most of us didn't mind the quicker than usual fireworks display.

January first was spent cleaning. January second was our annual neighborhood gift exchange party. Only four people came this year which I found quite disappointing. However, that meant there were lots of yummy things left over from my holiday baking.

As they say in Swedish, "Good continuation!" (of the holiday season).

Snow, snow, and more snow

Erik finally got home from his two week speaking engagement in Beijing, Tokyo, and Seoul on December 20. There were a lot of things to do and not much time to do them. One of the things we skipped this year was the Christmas tree. I was afraid my daughter would be crushed, but she took it quite well.

December has been all about the snow. On December 23, we had a full on blizzard. We heard that even major roads were closed not too far from here, but we have a 4 wheel drive jeep, and my husband was determined to get out. After the neighbor came by with the plow, we were able to make it to a friend's house to celebrate his 40th birthday. He had been prepared for a lot of guests, but we were pretty much the only ones who made it. That must have been so disappointing.

On the 24th we were to visit friends in Denmark. We budgeted an extra hour for driving time, but that was nowhere near enough. It took my husband 3.5 hours with the backhoe to dig 100 meters to the neighbor's mailbox. We then tried driving out but promptly got stuck about 1 car length beyond where he had dug. While he was pulling the car out of a drift with the backhoe, the neighbor came with his big loader and started digging out the road from the other end. The drifts were far too deep and heavy to plow, so he had to take the snow one scoop at a time. It took about half an hour before both my husband and neighbor got that last stretch of road cleared, but then we were off. The neighbor recommended which route was likely the clearest, and while the road was at best one lane wide, we made it the 20 km into town. From there, it was like there was no snow problem at all. The roads heading west were nearly clear. (East was another story entirely, but fortunately not our problem.)

We arrived three hours late, but our friends were understanding and happy to see us. The weather conditions in this part of Sweden had even made the news in Denmark. They had saved some home made rice porridge for our lunch. Yum! We played a board game before dinner. The kids chose Monopoly, so we put a time limit on it.

Dinner featured roast duck, caramelized potatoes, boiled potatoes, gravy, red cabbage (both mine and the kind from a jar that her husband likes), and the fruit that had been stuffed in the duck. I am a huge fan of Danish caramelized potatoes, but I've always found it a bit odd that potato chips are served as part of the holiday meal. Dessert was rice pudding with almonds and cherry sauce. As usual, amongst all the coarsely chopped almonds was one whole one. The person who got the whole almond got a special present.

After dinner, we sang Christmas carols and danced around the Christmas tree. I'm always impressed that our friends have real candles on the tree. This year, they had electric lights for the first time as well, but the electric lights were not used until after the dancing was over and the candles extinguished. Next we opened presents, and finally we ate the cookies that I'd brought (pecan butterballs, spritz cookies, peppermint meringues, caramel popcorn, and fudge) with coffee and tea.


On the 25th, we took it easy, played with our presents, and enjoyed each others company. I think this has become as important a tradition for us as the meal and the presents. We ate leftovers and soup. We went for a walk, we played Monopoly again, and we did a puzzle.


It was so nice to relax after all the holiday preparations and stress. We'd originally planned on going home in the evening, but after calling the neighbor to check on the road conditions, we decided to stay an extra night. We drove home on the morning of the 26th, and by then the neighbor had plowed so it was no problem. We were a little concerned about how the cats had handled being left alone, but they did just fine. The only damage was that Lina's gingerbread house was a bit nibbled.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Yup, I might as well get used to it and make the best of it, because it looks like it will be a long and snowy winter. Since my last post in November, it has continued to snow. We got as much as an 18 inch base, then it blew around, and for all of one day, it started to melt. As of a couple of days ago, we were down to about a 6 inch base on top of a good layer of ice. Yesterday it started snowing again, and it's still snowing. This time it's a wetter snow, so it's compacting, but I'd say we've got another 8 inches.

My days have been all about chopping and carrying firewood and keeping the fire going in the fireplace. Despite that, it's still been cold in the house. But enough complaining.

On Monday, kids all over Sweden dressed up in white dresses, santa suits, or as gingerbread people. According to tradition, they wake their parents up in the morning by singing and delivering saffron buns. That has never happened in my household, but at my daughter's school, the do the Saint Lucia thing at the church.