Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Monday, 28 May 2012


Proud mother on (Swedish) Mothers Day.

Thursday, 24 May 2012


It was a tough fight, but eventually the left Carlsberg was the only one standing...


My office today. And t-shirt...


Avokadofirman Anarki & Gårman .... det klingar lite fint.

Monday, 21 May 2012

Sunday, 20 May 2012


If you have big headache you need big pill.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012


My dear friend Sten died last night. He had been sick for a while and the hospital called family and said it was time to say goodbye. I was minutes late to hospital. He was gone. His body still there. It felt good being able to touch him and say how much I love him. Even though he now he could not hear me. Not with his mortal ears.

Sten is also my Carina's dad. Carina is the woman I was married to for many years. We divorced this spring.

Sten is the grandfather of my children.

When I got to hospital Carina met me at entrance. Hugging me and saying that "He is dead. Just moments ago." We stood there for  some time,  holding each other. Crying.

When coming up to Sten's bed I met my children. They had been there when he took his final breath.

I also met Britt, Carinas mother,  for the first time since after our divorce. It was great relief to be able to hug her and hold her. To see her again and when her husband just passed away was emotional and amazing.

I sat down with Sten. Crying. Missing him so much. It was a fine moment. Sitting there quiet with my children, Carina and Britt. Just thinking about Sten and how much he meant for us.

We were offered some coffee and sandwiches. While we tried to eat, the hospital staff "prepared" Sten. They tucked him into the bed, closed his eyes, shaved him. They put a rose on his chest and there were candles. It looked so peaceful. It was so pretty. He was now asleep. No more pain.

We said goodbye. It was hard to leave him there. 

Carina went home with Britt and children wanted me to stay overnight with them. I slept in the house I left just weeks ago. Was not easy to fall asleep. Had to swap a very wet pillow after a while.

I miss him.

Rebecca, my daughter, was with him in his final moments. Holding his hand. Talking to him. Telling him about all fun they have had together.  He left us silently and the last words he heard was my daughter saying:
"I love you, little grandpa"

Saturday, 12 May 2012


After assembling IKEA-stuff you can assemble the tools. Not very nice result though... But wonder how many people have seen this. I do hope it's not a hidden message from company...

Thursday, 10 May 2012


"Nix, klockan är inte 12:39" är en återkommande tanke när jag ser en digital tidsangivelse.

Hjärnan är en skum mönstersökande och mönsterskapande apparat.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Lite fint

Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but
Tears will leave a stain      (Deep Purple)

Thursday, 3 May 2012


Lycka kan vara något så enkelt som att hitta lådan med rena kalsonger efter en flytt.

Lyckan blev dessutom dubbel när samtidigt lådan med rena strumpor också hittades.

Hoppas nu bara turen står mig bi och att jag hittar telefonen imorgon bitti.



Jag har nu flyttat hemifrån. Det är inte första gången, men absolut den underligaste. En hel lägenhet som bara verkar innehålla flyttkartonger och kartonbitar från IKEA. Och något enstaka verktyg som någon idiot lagt på golvet.

Att vakna första morgonen i ny och inte inbodd lägenhet är chockartat. Som miljoner blixtar från klara himlar kommer tankar på alla de saker man borde letat fram kvällen innan. Duschhandduken exempelvis. Eller kalsongerna.

En tröst i röran är ju att inte ens Rom byggdes på en dag. Men, precis som att det byggdes i Rom varje dag är jag också säker på att jag kommer plocka kartoner och saker ett tag till...

Och nu ska jag göra ett försök till att hitta kalsongpåsen!