Just a normal Friday

I am back from an exciting visit to Gothenburg.

Well, I had a phone call from nephew last night and I thought I heard him say that someone had peed in his shoes when he visited my mother at her retirement home. If you have visited me out here in the cottage you know that we have very poor mobile phone connection. You might hear a word here and there and then you have to guess the rest. So when I heard "the peeing in the shoes" many things went through my head that I won't go into here.

It turned out that a man who lives at my mother's retirement home walked into my mom's room and proceeded to pee where he stood. Unfortunately it was exactly where my nephews shoes were placed. They had to let him finish his "thing" and then it was cleaned up and nephew's shoes were thrown away. It is not the first time he has come into her room. Another time he was fiddling with the bed to lay down and have a nap.

We felt that mom could do with a day out after this little incident so the next day,  before going somewhere for lunch, we went to visit her cousin's grave at the Kviberg's cemetery. I hope you don't find visiting cemeteries bizarre, it it just something we do sometimes. Mom had been asking if we knew where her cousin was buried, so we thought it would be a nice outing.

It was raining a little so I decided to drive up a narrow path, that might have been a walking path, to save mom from walking, since she is a bit dizzy. After having stopped to let mom out I couldn't drive up the hill again. Every time I tried I slipped down more and more, sideways off the road. Finally the car was at such an angle that I was almost driving on the graves, so I had to stop trying and think of plan B. Nephew bravely tried to both look after mom and push when I was trying my futile attempts to get up the hill.

It got worse and worse, in fact it was very dramatic. You couldn't get a grip since we have had so much rain, the car just kept slipping further and further down.

Fortunately the cemetery staff saw us and came over to see if they could help. They rapidly realized that I needed to be pulled out of there so they called someone to come. It was one of the tractor/diggers that they use to dig graves and to make a long story short, they pulled me up. They helped me out of the car and one of the guys got in very carefully since anything could have make the car turn over.

Before the digger came I had a surrealistic conversation with one of the staff. She was going to Sydney for a year's study and wanted to have a chat. Here i was sitting in a car very close to tumbling over and chatting about life in Australia.