Observing Sweden – 27 April 2013

Bored  bemused in Borlänge

This is our eighth week in Borlänge, Sweden. Still no furniture. Our ship has been delayed at the Panama Canal we are told. I’m getting calluses on my bum from living on lawn chairs. The shipping agent in Stockholm told us delivery would be last week of April. Agent in America says sometime in May. All my tools are on the boat, so not much I can do here – shelves, etcetera, for when things when they arrive, hopefully while I’m still young.

Speaking of young . . . I had a birthday party the other night – my 75th (where do the years go?). A few of my wife’s family came over. There was beer, wine, whiskey gin and cake – mostly cake, but I managed to get a nice buzz and felt like a young man who simply had something wrong him. The guests left and we were about to turn in when the wife noticed Bucky was gone.

We looked everywhere, moving rapidly from mild curiosity to total panic. He could not be found and there are no places to hide in this empty house! Lou was in a state of total panic. I wondered if I had left a door open . . . or if one of our guests . . . . It was still light enough to see outside at 9:30. I went out to look around the house and yard; Bucky escaped a couple times in Seattle but always stayed close to home.

We couldn’t find him. It was impossible for him to escape. I’d kept a close watch on the doors as people came and left even though slightly drunk. We searched the house again, looked everywhere – no Bucky. It seemed like Amber was looking too, or maybe she was just following us around. Who knows what cats think.

We gave up and began to prepare for bed with heavy hearts. Wife went into her bathroom to do whatever she does before retiring. I was already in the sack when I heard a shriek.

“Willie! He’s in here!”

How could that be? We’d checked the bathroom a dozen times, There was no place for him to go, just some empty shelves.

“I opened the drawer and there he was . . . inside,” she told me. “And the drawers were closed! They’re always closed!

“How could he open a drawer and close it behind him? There’s no way. Impossible! But there he was. I took a couple aspirins expecting a minor hangover in the morning and drifted off into a dreamless and greatly relieved sleep. How in the hell did he do that???

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About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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6 Responses to Observing Sweden – 27 April 2013

  1. catnipoflife says:

    OK, human….the drawer was partially open so Bucks climbed in and settled near the back to have some peace and quiet. What do you expect with partying going on? PUrr-r-r-r-r Someone came in to use the potty and seeing the drawer open politely closed it not knowing the Buckster was inside. Purr-r-r-r-r Us cats are smart! We know how to hide ! Purr-r-r-r-r Foxie 🙂 Smiles to you and ❤ to Bucky! Purr-r-r-r-r

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

  2. Alice says:

    Hoping the furniture arrives soon! Eight weeks already? probably have squeezed an awful lot in those weeks. Happy birthday!

  3. Thank heavens! I can sleep tonight ! I can imagine your relief… and Amber’s.
    What a bummer about the furniture… it must feel like camping,hen you actually want to settle down at home…
    My seventy five is coming up in June. – hard to believe one is as old as this, isn’t it !!!..

  4. Marilyn says:

    So glad Bucks is found safe and sound, if somewhat cramped for space. What a relief to everyone.

    75, would that have seemed possible to imagine when you were a very young man? I hardly think so. There are times when I look in the mirror and catch myself wondering, for a fleeting moment, who is this person looking back at me? For I have been walking around all day feeling quite like I did as a 20 year old and suddenly, I discover some nearly 70 year old person has captured my mind and spirit and held them inside their body. The shock is only for a moment though and then the person in the mirror becomes a familiar face and the here and now is evident.

    Happy Birthday and I’m glad it had a happy ending with the discovery of Bucks!

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