Den blå bubblan åker till Kina

I am an inventor. I invert many things including childrens bedtime stories for Tovah and here is one of my inventions. Yes, I know it is in Swedish 🙂

Den blå bubblan åker till Kina
Den blå bubblan, en snäll liten bubbla som bor i en lavalampa. Där bubblar han med sina vänner i ett litet blått hus i en liten stad i ett litet kallt land. En dag vaknade han med idé, han skulle åka till Kina!
Hmm, hur åker man till Kina tänkte den blå bubblan. Han tänkte och tänkte och tänkte och till slut kom han på det. Om han gräver ett riktigt djupt hål så borde han komma ut på andra sidan jorden! Alla vet ju att jorden är rund och gräver man rakt igenom så kommer man ut på andra sidan. Så han grävde och grävde och grävde. Först var det mest vanlig jord och sand men efter ett tag började det blir varmare och varmare och till slut så var det så varmt så att marken började glöda. Men den blå bubblan som var van vid att ha det varmt omkring sig tyckte det bara var skönt så han fortsatte att gräva. Till slut kom han till jordens mitt och där var det så varmt att marken var flytande!!
Efter mycket grävande kom i alla fall den blå bubblan fram. “Pop” lät det när han stack ut huvudet genom marken. Nu var han i Kina! Han tittade sig sakta omkring. Han hade kommit ut mitt i ett risfält och det fanns varken människor eller bubblor i närheten. Det enda bubblan såg var några vattenbufflar.
Den blå bubblan vandrade iväg längst vägen, han vandrade och vandrade och började bli riktigt kall, för alla vet ju att en lavalampsbubbla måste få komma in en lavalampa emellanåt för att få energi. Blir den för kall så blir den så stel att den inte kan röra sig.
Så, helst plötsligt såg han en fabrik. Den blå bubblan blev mycket nyfiken och gick in i fabriken och blev han inte helt förstummad? Kan ni gissa vad man tillverkade i fabriken? Jo, det var förstås lavalampor! Den blå bubblan hade aldrig sett så många lavalampor förrut, i alla fall inte sedan han föddes i en fabrik i Storbritannien. Den blå bubblan gick fram till en stor lavalampa med röda bubblor och frågade om han fick komma in och värma sig. Självklart, sade de röda bubblorna, för alla vet att alla lavalampsbubblor är det snällaste som finns på denna jord.
Den blå bubblan hoppade in lavalampan och värmde sig länge längst ned i lampan. Här i lavalampan stannade den blå bubblan länge, ända tills lavalampan blev nerpackad i en stor låda och skickades till… Ja, kan ni gissa vart den skickades? Jo till den lilla staden i det lilla kalla landet där den blå bubblan bodde.
När lavalampan packades upp så såg han sig förvånat omkring. Han kände igen sig direkt och han hoppade ur lavalampan, tog farväl av sina nya vänner. Den blå bubblan gav dem sitt telefonnummer så de kunde ringa honom och tala om vart de hamnade när någon köpte deras lavalampa från den lilla butiken där de nu var.
Den blå bubblan tog bussen hem och hoppade ner i sin egen extra varma lavalampa och där berättade han om sitt äventyr för alla de andra blå bubblorna!
Bubbel, bubbel, så var den sagan slut.


I am a couch potato today. I am sitting here in the couch reading, surfing, looking at Tovah listening to her CD books (the type that says “boing” when it is time to turn to the next page). The rain is pouring down outside and it would have been a perfect day if it hadn’t been for Freddie’s funeral today. I cannot grasp that he has left this world, that I won’t see him at the next management course occasion, he won’t ask me how I am doing in hos truly sincere manner. He could like no other switch from being funny and cheerful to be totally serious and sincere. I have known him since December 2002 and he has really helped change (to the better). During the management course we have had four different coaches in the process but I Freddie is the one that I got closest to. Freddie’s death is a real loss and it makes me very sad. Both from feelings that he had much to give in this world but also from totally egoistic feelings that he could have helped me even further in my personal development process. Freddie, I will truly miss you! I still remember the last words you told as you were heading to the taxi at Brändön. The wind was forceful and I was just getting ready to leave on my Spirit. I was standing there in shorts in about 10 degrees and it was raining. You and the other coaches were joking with me that you weren’t envying me and my bike ride home. You were last in the row heading to the taxi and you turned around and said: “Call me if there is anything you want to talk about.” Just then the wind caught my gloves that flew away and I ran after them for a few meters. When I turned around you were already getting into the taxi and I never really got a chance to give you an answer to your request. That was the last I saw of you….
Yesterday just before lunch when I found out about Freddie’s death, I really lost all energy and I only allowed myself to be sad for a short while. I had a lecture just after lunch that I was preparing and I had to push on. I took my thoughts and feelings about Freddie’s death and put them into one of my famous wells and covered it with a heavy lid. I haven’t opened the lid until just now, when I am writing this. The lesson I have learned during the spring is that no matter the size of the lid or its weight, it will eventually let the thoughts and feelings out. And thus, it is better to open it now and handle the feelings immediately. In 35 minutes the funeral will start. One of my first thoughts yesterday when I found out about was that I have to attend. Unfortunately I am very far away but I will visit the grave the next time I down in Malmö. A white lily on your grave will be right…
It is hard to be sad when a happy 3 year old girl “attacks” you and giggles…. I guess life must go on, but death still is a strange thing and it must be one the hardest things to get used to and be able to ignore. Sigh, I feel really tired now, opening the well totally drained me. Cannot it stop raining so we can go for a walk? And I feel fat…
By the way. I have been chatting with Tele2 support today and as I guessed my fiber connection wouldn’t work today after the 10 day period and Tele2 says that it should work and if it doesn’t work by 17.00 today I should call support to verify my settings and potentially file a error report. Of course it won’t start working, who would do anything on a Saturday without a serious error report to get them going….

Another Death

One of the coaches in my management course has died. His name was Freddie Lyngeraa.
Here is the official letter announcing his death.

Dear All
Orø, 25th September 2003
We are in great grief informing you that our loved and skilled colleague, co-worker and close friend, Freddie Lyngeraa has died from a serious stroke. Freddie was only 48 years old.
We, who worked together with Freddie, will miss being affected by his flaming presence, which made being together with him a mutually inspiring and intense experience.
He could melt an iceberg and turn a difficult situation into something positive. This usually meant that the roof was lifted from laughter – the warmhearted and respectful kind of laughter, which brought relief and a common willful energy to move forward. Few could match his ability to spread joy and trust into his surroundings. Few could match his generosity and helpfulness. Freddie’s creativity knew no limits – he achieved what he wanted to. In his and Fusako’s house and garden in Valby he unfolded his handicraft skills artistically and with great enthusiasm.
He was extremely successful in his work with development of leaders in Denmark and Sweden.
Freddie was an expert in making people believe in their own development possibilities. His personal talent was to transform individuals’ and organizations’ needs and wants to change into insight, action and success. Under his wings many got courage to move the limits of their own capacity.
He showed this in his work as a senior consultant, and in his work as a seminar and workshop trainer within Personal Management International (PMI), and as a teacher and trainer in The Gestalt Institute of Scandinavia (GIS-International). Also his colleagues and friends felt it.
Through the years he taught and coached leaders and co-workers from a long row of private and public companies and institutions in Denmark, Sweden, Finland and Estonia. He also taught students from the GIS-training program and countless people at GIS-seminars in the Nordic and Baltic countries. Everywhere his effort has left unforgettable professional, compassionate and ethical tracks.
His death is a great sorrow for all of us who had the fortune to know him.
Freddie’s funeral services are held at Aalholm Church in Valby, Copenhagen, Saturday,
27th September at 2 pm.
On behalf of Freddie’s colleagues and friends,
John Ewans Porting Jette Maja Porting Søren Ewans Porting
Out of the four coaches from PMI Freddie is definitely the one I came closest to and his death strikes me very hard. Probably the first death around me in my whole life that really deeply affects me. I feel very sad about this……. I just feel like going out into the forest and sit on a stone….

Freddie, I will really miss you!!!

Duck Pond

I work in a duck pond, I really do!
The first effects of me announcing that I am leaving are approaching. The Media Technology major (“avslutning”) alternative for the D-program is proposed to be removed. This year 5 faculty persons are involved in the major and when I am leaving AND we won’t get a replacement before next autumn there would still be 4 faculty involved (with this years courses) but apparently that is not enough.
But what do I care… I am leaving and the vultures are already fighting over the left overs….

Home Alone Day 3

I woke up around 6.15, Tovah had slept all night without waking up once and she continued sleeping until 0830. I got more than two hours of peaceful reading.
After breakfast (she eats to little) we went for a walk in the wood, picking blueberries. We had a blueberry picknick at the end of the road (Vänortsvägen that is :-). It was quite warm in the sun. When we got home we had a delicious lunch on curry rice, bulgar wheat and chicken and bean stew. Yummy. Wow, it the time that much. We had to hurry. At 14.00 the magic story hour started down at the museum. It was quite funny but Tovah was devastated (for about 30 seconds) that she wasn’t picked as a helper. Then we ate some crackers followed by more play both inside and outside the museum. When we got home it was time for cheese cake and the second part of Treasure Planet.
For supper Tovah ate to little again. How should I get her to eat more. I know, bread sticks in front of the TV. We are watching the movie “Hundhotellet” right now. Very good so far. From the creator of “Karl Bertil Jonssons julafton” and “Dunderklumpen”, Hans Alfredsson. I just regret that I didn’t record it.
I feel quite good and tomorrow J comes home. By the way, she called around 16.00 and that made me so happy 🙂 Love you!

Home Alone Day 2

i and Tovah have been home alone now for two days and I am totally beat. The reason is not that Tovah is demanding during the day but rather that she wakes up during the night and cries for mommy. The first night she woke up once and cried for 30 minutes but the second night she woke up twice. The first time she fell asleep after 15 minutes of crying but the second time she cried for about 45 minutes and nothing I did helped until she just gave up. This crying for mother is rather exhausting as that makes me feel unsufficient. This together with my current work situation makes it rather hard for me to sleep anything at all. Thus I am very very very very very very tired today.
Yesterday we went to the Norrbottens Museum together with Jalle and Ida. We played there for several hours and afterwards Jalle joined me and Tovah for lunch. Today we had planned to go down to the inauguration of the new bus stop (big thing in a small town) but we were to tired and ended up at home instead. The afternoon we spent baking, the results: one cheese cake, poppers and about 100 bread sticks.
Right now we are watching Bolibompa and I cannot wait until it becomes 20.00 so we can go to bed……..

How do I feel?

I haven’t had the energy to write much here the last days. I have been sleeping very badly and getting woken up at 7 by Tovah. For several nights now I have woken up around 3.00 to 5.00 am and then laying awake for several hours. The issue at hand is, where am I going from here. People around me at the division and at the department have been very supportive which is good. I haven’t changed my mind about the decision, I know it is the right thing, but I am a bit of a coward being afraid of going out into unknown water. I am very sure that I have work (and after all I haven’t resigned yet) no matter what I choose, but will that be something that makes me happy? I currently have two major leads, that are rather different. One obvious is of course me joining Marratech on full time, but I am not really sure I want to do that. I know I have created this situation myself, but it still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.
Yes, I know, relax, don’t worry. Try to sleep. Life is to short to worry about such unimportant things as work!
Sleep tight everybody!