1. Luci Goes to Denmark
From: Luci
Subject: Re: bye!
Date: March 18, 2008 1:25:05 AM PDTd
To: Linda
Dear Linda, We arrived last week. On the weekend we attended Lars' cousin's wedding. It was beautiful and very interesting. I've never attended a Danish wedding before. Even though Lars had told me stories about Danish wedding, it turned out very different from I'd imagined. I have to admit that some times certain things require the real experience.
Lars and I have been taking walks each day. I especially love the walk to the bakery to get the morning bread and pastries. I've been a good, magnanimous person. I even shared my rum balls with everyone. Christer, of course, lectures me of the effects of alcohol to my brain and the rest of my organs. But, I still eat it anyways.
Today we are invited to have lunch with Lars aunt and uncle. They live in Underup. I guess that means I have to take a shower. Sigh. It's very cold here. I do not relish the freezing period between getting out of my thermal underwears and the cold air attack when I come out from the shower. But one must do what one must do. I don't want to have the reputation of the French people. You know that they don't shower ... and they only dab perfume on their wrists and necks.
Until next time! Love, Luci.
PS: I just love cream havarti cheese!!!!
2. Luci Returns a Different Person
From: Luci
Date: April 8, 2008 9:38:04 AM CDT
To: Stray G.
We are on our second week being back at home now, and only a few steps behind our usual rhythms. Maybe this week we’ll be in sync. We are the same person but somehow we are not exactly the same people as before we left for our trip. The experience had changed or improved us somehow; not in a big/grand way that totally alter us. I’m glad we took the vacation. It’s good to take ourselves away from our habitat sometimes. Changed the regular sceneries and practice a whole set of entirely different routine. Now that I’m back I can see things from different angles: a fresh perspective (almost like wearing a new glasses).
3. Luci's Boss
From: Luci
Subject: It's Wednesday!
Date: April 9, 2008 6:40:49 AM PDT
To: Linda
I saw my supervisor yesterday. She was coming in to work, and I was going home. I asked her innocently how did last week go because I hardly saw her. She said that she’s trying hard not get any scones. Then she finished with, “It’s your fault.”
According to the charge I am responsible in getting my supervisor hooked on scones. I don’t know why people always think of me as bad influence (I think I wrote about this in one of my blog posts). The hospital cafeteria sells scones on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. All I did was letting her smell the scones I just bought. It went like this, one morning I passed her in the hallway. I was leaving the cafeteria as she was going in. I greeted her and she asked me what I got. I told her I bought three of the world marvelous scones. One for Dena, one for Christer, and one for my sister (whose office I was going to stop by on my way home). Then I opened the container and let her take a whiff of the delectable aroma. That’s all I did. I did not even offer her to take a bite of Christer’s scone just to have a little taste! I remember feeling bad as I walked to my car for not offering. See, I was raised in a society that dictates people to share food (especially when seen holding food). It is considered very bad manner to eat in front of people without offering it or sharing it. Now, the procedure goes like this: we politely offer, and in return they politely decline. That’s the Polite Game. But, of course, Americans don’t follow the game’s rule. When offered food, if they want it, they say, “yes, thank you,” and take a big chunk out of your offering. Leaving with you hardly any food left. And, you just have to smile and grudgingly mumble in your heart, “Rakus!” Oh, we’re getting sidetrack here that is an entirely different story.
So, now, my super fit supervisor is hooked on scones. She is Super Fit Supervisor because she runs marathons. She belongs to some type marathon group and fly to different places to run the marathon. She ran marathon in China (at the great wall! How exciting is that?!), and in Australia, Hawaii, and other cities in U.S. My super fit supervisor takes really good care of her body, and mindful of what she eats. But now she has come down to count the days in a Scone-ish manner.
She told me that she goes through the week by scone day. Such as, today is Monday; it’s scone day! Today is Tuesday … not scone day. Today is Wednesday; it is scone day! Today is Thursday, … not scone day. Today is Friday; it is scone day! Then it’s weekend. Yay! When weekend is over, she anticipates going to work because … Monday is … yup, it is scone day! And everything begins again.
So, Linda, maybe it’s not such a good idea to hang around me. You might get “influenced” in a very bad way. Hey, it’s past six! Cafeteria is open, and today is Wednesday. It’s Scones Day!
Tata for now, Linda! Please take care! :) Love, Luci.
