Finishing what’s started

About three weeks ago I went to my fathers place and took down most of an apple tree that he had for many years. It was located right at the corner of the house and only about ~60 centimeters away from the house. It has become so large now that he was afraid that it might affect the foundation of the house. It was a decorative tree called Spring Snow as it blooms intensively during the spring with white flowers. However, the bloom is fairly brief and this year father missed it totally when he was abroad.

I cut down all the leafy branches and what was remaining of the tree was the trunk and the larger branches that forms the base of the tree. I gathered quite a pile on his driveway with the intention to load it on Ingemar’s trailer and drive it to the dump with my father. My fathers car don’t have any towing hook so we’d have to borrow Ingemar’s work car as well. It however had a hick-up with the belt so it got postponed. My father was going to visit my sister in France leaving the following weekend so we discussed taking it to the dump during the week. When calling him later in the week he said that he didn’t feel he had time and energy to drive it to town so he would just drag it out in the forest that he lives next to instead. As it’s not my house, not my neighbour forest I just said “fine, do what you want” and let it be.

The day before yesterday I went out to my father again as my sister, with family, had arrived for her summer stay from Paris. The pile was still there in his driveway and had not been touched at all. This is not uncommon at all for my father, he starts something, or says he will finish something but rarely does. He got all sort of plans for all sort of things he has, the house and the garden but not much of it gets done. A good proof of this is the path leading up to the house that has been work in progress for the past 15 years. About five years ago he bought stones for it, while he was away on vacation me, Natalie and Ingemar did the plateau up by the house that the path will lead up to. He wasn’t entirely satisfied as he’s very picky so we don’t want to do the rest as you get complains instead of gratitude for helping out.

The two past days I took down the rest of the tree except for a stump, split and piled most of the wood. Me and Ingemar cut his two hedges and we loaded the old pile of tree branches as well as the freshly cut hedge pieces on his trailer.

I guess my father might notice how much I do for him when I get my own garden to work in instead.

A house, or the house?

Buying a house, it’s not an easy task. We have been looking at quite a few houses by now and there have been a few we have been more interested in than others. So far we have visited two houses a second time and tomorrow we got a third house that we’re going to view a second time. It’s a house located in Västra Karaby which we went to look at last Monday. It’s a single floor building of 142 sqm located on a plot of 2400 sqm. I think both me and Annie are quite happy with the size of the garden, the size of the house is a different matter though.

Our main requirements are 4 bedrooms (1 office + 1 master bedroom + 2 children’s bedrooms). An area for the couch and TV and a dining area that is not in the kitchen. Those two might be combined in a large living room or split up into two separate rooms. We do not want an open plan from the kitchen to the living room. We’d prefer the kitchen a bit sealed of so you can leave it messy after dinner when having visitors without everybody seeing it all the time.

The house in Västra Karaby has all this. The master bedroom is of a good size the three other rooms however are quite small. A bit too small in my opinion. They’re also located right next to the living room so in the future when there might be kids they’ll be sleeping right next to the TV and where you sit and talk with your guests, so the plan isn’t great. After the first visit Annie definitely liked the house better than I did. I fell into a bit of brief depression and anxiety as I often feel that I have too many demands and let Annie down when it comes to the house hunt. However, after some thought and then talking it through with Annie we came to a realization. It’s more important with a house than the correct house.

For us to find the house that we want to spend the rest of our lives in we have to be damn lucky. Even if we think we find it we will most likely be wrong as we never have lived in a house together before. Currently we think we want a large garden, but it might turn out that we think it’s too much work. So we have come to the realization that we are probably going to settle for an okay house with the knowledge that we might leave it again in five years time or something similar. We want to move to a house way more than we want to move to the hundred percent correct house. Got a viewing coming up for a potential house in Veberöd in a weeks time also, if that turns out to not be what we want I think we’ll place a bid on the one in Västra Karaby.

 

Hjortsprånget

About two and a half weeks ago I went up to SöderÃ¥sens Nationalpark which is a nature reserve here in southern Sweden. It’s a ravine with a brook at the bottom of it. The area around is covered with mainly beech trees. I had the Friday of and it was nice weather so I decided to go take a long walk. If I recall correctly the path I choose ended up at 9.8 km or something similar. It’s not super long, but it’s quite rough terrain with two steep climbs.

I had an other reason beside going for a walk when going there though. It was the first time I went there alone and I have been wanting to do so since 2007 but never gotten around to it. I wanted to visit a special place of the trail called HjortsprÃ¥nget. It’s an outcrop of rock that stretches out in the ravine for about 8 meters. About halfway out it’s very narrow and only about half meter, with a birch growing on one side that you need to get round. Out at the end it opens up to a smallish platform.

In the post The lair from six years ago I wrote “I don’t want to take that step with them watching, so I think I’ll go there someday rather soon, alone. Sit on the edge, think, feel.” The step I refer to is of course the one of the cliff to a fall down to the rubble below. It would be a semi-certain death. So now I finally went there alone to sit on the edge, think and feel. It was quite a short process. My live have improved significantly over six years that has passed and it didn’t take seconds to decide that I do want to live. Instead I spent some time sitting there and reading on my kindle. It’s still a very nice place to sit at.

Included some pictures of the place, they don’t at all do it justice though. Not quite sure if that fence is to keep animals in or out. And definitely not sure which animals.

Stag party

Been a while since I last wrote a post at this hour; actually quite a while since I last was awake at all at this hour. Today was my sisters boyfriends stag party. It was actually a full day of events including paint ball and some place with different challenges. However, due to my recent illness which I’m still suffering a bit from I decided not to participate during the day but instead join them in the evening when they got back. I went there a bit early to help my sister to set it up. This was the first stag party I have attended and perhaps the last. My middle sisters boyfriend doesn’t seem like the type that would appreciate a stag party and I doubt my oldest sister will remarry. I don’t really have any close male friends either and I of course have no brothers.

They got back around 17:30. Apparently they had put a hood on Ingemar, who’s the man to be wed, during the ride back in the bus so he wouldn’t know where he was going. He hadn’t been very fooled though and at least ~10km before their destination he knew where they were. As they were certain he would recognize the path leading up to his door they decided to carry him. They carried him inside, removed his shoes and then threw him in the indoor pool.

The rest of the evening consisted of bathing, eating, drinking and talking. I skipped the bathing part as did some other people. I didn’t like it much in the beginning when a lot of people was together as everyone talked way too loud and I already had a headache. I also didn’t like some of the people very much as they were a bit vulgar and brute for my taste. But it got better as the evening went on and some people left. Around 23 or so we were only 4 people left until 1:45 or something when my father joined. He was on his way home from some friends in the village and the path goes by the house. For some reason unknown the front door stood wide open when he passed by so he went in.

At 2:30 I drove the remaining to visitors home, something I think they, and especially Ingemar was great full for. At home, which I arrived to at 3:15, I found Annie sleep in the bedroom with the night stand lamp lit. For some reason I find her with the light on when I’m out late. I think her ambition is to be awake when I get home but she seldom succeed in that plan. Over all I had a quite decent evening/night. Now it’s time to brush my teeth and head for bed. It’s way past my bedtime!