I’m back from Kittelfjäll where I’ve spent the weekend off piste skiing. I really love the wintertime in Sweden, not as much as the summertime though but anyway. Over time I have progressed from skiing blue to black runs without hesitation and in every snow and weather type. In Kittelfjäll we had two days of hazy and snowy weather, which made the visibility quite pore, but added to the snow depth. Then the third day the haze lifted and left the surrounding mountain peaks visible. We took off about 9 pm in a red helicopter.

Floating in knee-deep powder, you ski down a sea of pure virgin snow, grinning from ear to ear. A thousand metres down and you’re in the trees. Skiing in the trees the snow is just as deep, sheltered from wind or sun – unbelievable! Another thousand metres, and you spot your helicopter sitting in the snow, waiting to fly your small group to yet another run in skiing paradise.

Like sharks lurking beneath the surface, the tip of your skis stayed barely visible below the snow. The only protection you have is to know your limits and beeing able to adapt your skiing technique as the conditions and slope warrant it. Then there´s the holy trinity of any off piste adventure: tranciever, shovel and avalange probe.

Today when I went to work a misty haze had settled over my hometown. A haze like the one you can see when the ground is a bit warmer than the surrounding air and it travels up and when mixing with the cooler air forms into a fine see-through mist. Truly beautiful. It made me think of the weekend that past, it was beautiful too.

J asked me if I would like to go with him to a small town up north where he grew up. He and his family bought a house there which they will renovate this coming summer.
We, J, me and his sister packed ourselves into the smallest rental car possible and took of into the winter landscape arriving in this little town, its more of a village really, about two hours later.

We ate, drank and had a lot of laughs with his relatives and we also got to test one of those four-wheel motorbikes, it was so much fun, I laughed out load when riding it up and down the narrow dirt road now covered in snow.

Then on Sunday evening when we got back to town I had gotten J and me tickets to a theater as an early birthday present (I will be out of town on J´s birthday). The theater is more or less based upon the actors improvising. It was really fun and today I got my darling friend U tickets. I wonder who she’ll bring

I went ahead and got myself an iPod last week. I got a beautiful, tiny black iPod Nano. How I got by without it before is a total mystery to me. All of a sudden it feels like my life has gotten a soundtrack of its own that changes to stay in tune with the mood I’m in. Fabulous, absolutely fabulous.

We, my financial advisor and I, went over my finances yesterday. Always interesting to se how little money develops over time if your willingness to take economical risks is a bit on the lower side of the spectrum.

We made some changes in my investment funds, pension and insurances. I also managed to sell off some funds to finance a new winter jacket, pay U back for the Salsa lessons and maybe, just maybe I will get a facial.

Now there’s an art I would like to master. I’m quite good at letting go when I arrive at the point of no return, but I totally ignore the hints along the way. I even manage to miss the big red signs flashing, “No, no, no…he’s a bastard”, or “abort mission and go back to base”.

But, it’s safe to know that there’s a few of us that doesn’t master this skill…my x for instance does not. He’s not even close, not even in the neighbourhood of close. I’ve told him face to face that he is out, that he’s got nothing to come around here for. Still he keeps degrading himself by contacting me. Though I’ve told him off again he persists, using all reasons he can come to think of to contact me. Like today, whishing me a happy birthday.
He needs to wake up and smell the ass-kicking.