How can you not be impressed?

I have read that you have been in Denmark too long when you no longer notice the windmills. It is my tremendous good fortune to see the "wings" on my commute between Hannerup and Aalborg. They look to be about 100 feet/30 meters long. Riding on their special trucks they look like great majestic whales sliding silently through the water. Here is a picture of a typical car trying to pass one. How could you see something like that and not be impressed?

Pediatric Dentistry - however you spell it.

Yesterday my little Darling went to the dentist. Pediatric Dentistry is just one more thing that is light years ahead here in Denmark. When we lived in Virginia I took her to the highly recommended Pediatric Dentist who gave a whole new meaning to the expression "going medieval" with his handling of her: drilling to the root on her tooth without anesthetic while she was strapped to a board, for example. He looked me in the eye when this torture was over and said "she will never be able to have a tooth filled without total anesthetic". Here in Denmark the dentists are, gasp, trained to handle children, even little autists like my baby. During her first visit the Dentist gently but firmly talked her through the process. On the next visit the Dentist even managed to fill two of my baby's teeth without even upsetting her. When we got out to the car from the first visit, I burst into tears of joy. It has been said that Danes are very full of themselves and smug about the superiority of their culture. When it comes to Pediatric Dentistry, they have every reason to be proud. Anyway - I just wanted to say that.

Aunty Margrethe's socks

Here they are! She insisted that they fit, even though she did not try them on. Being the mistrusting soul that I am, I immediately became suspicious. That was foolish. The gift is a symbol, really. It shows here that for 15 hours (give or take) she was more important to me than anyone else I could have been knitting for. That has to mean something.

The Right-Here and Right-Now

Here is Poochie, trying desperately to get me to get off my backside and come out and play with her.

Then there are the Hemp socks for my dear Brother. They are racing toe-up through the gusset toward the mystical turn of the heel. WOW!!!

Finally, what do you make for your best friend in all the world? Reptilian Lace socks, of course. Here they are, almost on the home stretch after the gusset decreases.

Okay, the pictures are crappy. Better ones to follow.

The simple do-it-yourself solution

We decided to try a web-phone and our very own DSL. The ad said it was easy and we could do it ourselves. One week and, um, many work hours later my fabulous and extremely handy hubby got it to work! Here is a picture of the results of his labors.

How do you know you have been exploiting your spouse?

When you say "honey there is something wrong with the radio in the car" and when you get in the car again there is no doubt he has looked at it and found nothing wrong.