Birthday Weekend

Friday I turned 39. I got up, went to class, and then headed out on a fjelltur with my friend Marita. She is a good hiking partner. She's also more willing to train on the Stoltzekleiven than Maxwell and Zara are. Earlier this year she spent her birthday swimming with me off our dock, so we're kind of birthday buddies. Unfortunately for me I went right after class and wore my backpack with it's overabundance of books. My back was quite sore after 3 hours of cavorting around the mountains. Zara made cake for dinner and I took ibuprofen. Then we finished the evening with me convalescing on the couch watching a documentary in French about the 200th anniversary reënactment of Waterloo.

Saturday was pretty low key. We took a family trip to Ikea and I bought stuff for people who got me no presents for my birthday. Zara made me a card though, from a combination of her supplies and the ones Belinda left us.

Then on Sunday we helped Lars and Monica move into their new house. They bought this beautiful place on a hill with a view of downtown. They helped us by keeping our stuff during our vagabond October last year. And they're friends from Nashville ironically enough. I first met them at Jonathan Irish's house. Same party where I introduced Jonathan's kids to "cornhole", which he desperately tried to call "bean bag toss". I can really be an asshole sometimes. Nevertheless they've also lent us some guitars while we're here - Monica's acoustic has a powerpuff girls sticker on it. lol.

And then today was class again. I think I will pass the class this time. I just have to make it to 75% of them. Not traveling until October will help.