Not much writing today. On the story, that is. A lot of other writings though, a mail, several iMesseges, notes. Hung on the phone talking to my daughter as well. For quite a long time.
I had no idea anyway, what to add to the story. Later I wrote a short scene, most of it a dialogue. A sad dialogue. Someone is crying, and the other one is comforting, by just being there.
But I am not sad. I’ve arranged with my youngest daughter to visit her and her family next weekend. We were texting about trains, when to leave, when to arrive. Then we talked on the phone as well.
And then I was trying to do everything the right way when booking the ticket and paying for it. It went well, and I’m really looking forward to see them again.
Hopefully, the weather will be okay. I chose a train that will give me 1,5 hours to spend in the southest situated city in Sweden. On November 22nd, the weather can be almost any way. Cold, or not so cold. Wintery, or not. The sun might shine, or not. But I’ll guess it will be cloudy, maybe even raining. So we have to have the sunshine within us instead. And that’s okay! That’s more than okay!
I intend to visit the bookstore. Been there before, loved it, and I really do hope it’s still there. Been an awfully long time since the last time I actually visited this city, not just driving through it as I have done when visiting my family earlier. But now I’ll go by train, and she will pick me up in her car, and drive the 20 kilometers home to their house.
Her son, my youngest grandson, will turn six in February. Soon a big boy, a schoolboy. His name is Leonard, called Leo. What a name, eh? He’s cute and wild and have a great personality.
I’m so looking forward to visiting them all.