Holiday visits, shoot-out

I had a dream last night that my teeth fell apart. They didn't just fall out, the crumbled like dry sugar and fell into pieces. According to the dream interpretation sites this symbolises powerlessness, but I don't know what I feel powerless about. Even my OCD feels somewhat under control now.

I had a great tine when my parents were here, at least from Christmas Eve afternoon and forward.
My brother and his wife and daughter came on the 26th and picked up my parents. I gave them their Christmas gifts which they liked. My brother got Arnold Schwarzenegger's autobiography. :D

On the 28th silversolitaire came. Yes, second time in the same year! We had a great time watching DVDs, going shopping and playing with the cats. On Friday we went to Geneta to have dinner with Malin at the restaurant I visited a lot when I lived there. On Sunday we went to Stockholm where we visited Skansen Open air museum. I have only been there once, in 1999, and it was a very worthwile visit. silversolitaire was very happy to finally see elks and we visited a lot of old houses and shops where dressed up staff members told us the history of the building.

On New Year's Eve we watched Galaxy Quest, decorated nicely, had nice dinner and champagne. At the strike of midnight we were standing on my balcony watching fireworks as the bridge operator started fighting with party goers via speaker phone. Apparently some idiot had scheduled a boat passing and he needed to open the bridge. The nice thing was that the crew members who were out on deck seemed happy and were waving to us and others who were watching.

On Wednesday we went to the closest movie theatre (33 minutes by bus!) where we watched Skyfall and had dinner at Pizza Hut.

Now for the big local news:

On the morning of the 4th silversolitaire left for home. I went back to sleep for a couple of hours and when I wake up I learn that there was an armed robbery down town and that the police had shot and injured one of the robbers.

The film shown on the nightly news is taken from the café that silversolitaire and I visited the day before. If the robbery had taken place a day earlier we would have had good seats!

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I just had a very depressing experience: Twelth Night party at the local parish.

The service in the church was very nice but at the party afterwards I was the by far youngest guest, and I'm in my mid-thirties. Well, there was one child but she left within twenty minutes.

Sure, the five 70+ ladies at my table were nice but there is only so much we can talk about, you know?

This is very different from the congregation that I grew up with. My mom worked for the Church of Sweden until she retired five years ago and I spent a lot of days after school hanging out at the church. I also sang in the church choir and attended service with my parents every single Sunday except for during the summer. There were always children and teenagers around to hang out or play with, and I guess I relied on my local congregation to be that kind of community for my entire lifespan.

There is something else that was also a big part of my life growing up - Star Trek. One of my long held dreams is to visit a Star Trek convention or join a Star Trek club. I've always imagined it to be kind of a congregation as well.