Posted in Denmark, Family

Blogging Pause

After some consideration brought about by recent changes in my life, I’ve decided to stop blogging indefinitely.

I am not one for continuing to do something that seems to demand my constant attention, and acts as if it is controlling me, instead of me, it.

I’ve still got some ideas, and could return to it someday, but for now the best change for me is to stop and reflect on life and my family a bit more, than I have been doing these past 2 years.

It’s been a great ride though, hasn’t it?

Posted in Denmark, California, Family

Death and Its Changes

A close member of my family died suddenly within the course of last month. To say that I was not affected by this, would be to tell all of you lies, which I won’t be doing in this blog.

I was in the USA for 14 days to deal with this death together with my family. We talked, and racked our brains for any/all memories, or scraps of such to do justice to the person at hand, but the result of this event still leaves its traces upon me.

While I was in the States, I maintained a degree of silence, both due to the cost of calling to other places, but also due to the intensity of the situation. Everything went as it should, with a Memorial Service, and burial, then my return to Denmark.

Death and its changes are things that are not completed by the completion of the burial ceremony. Questions still seem to pop up, affecting both my family over there, as well as in Denmark. Why did this happen, and why did it happen so fast? Why weren’t we better prepared, and who will be the next to say goodbye?

Not everyone will be able to accept these changes, but death, as we all know, is also a part of life, not letting us decide how/when we are able to say goodbye in our own time, leaving only regrets and questions as to our own place on this planet.

My family in Denmark has also been affected by this event. A sense closeness has developed since this tragic event, changing the way we think about each other, and the consequences of something so far away, hitting us as if we were all there during the last moments of life.

I’ve also had to question things like blogging. Why is it important to continue doing so? I realize that a lot of things will fall into place with time, but for now, I’ll be taking a break from doing anymore writing, except this short explanation to any/all that follow this blog.

I really can’t explain things more than I am doing right now, because this event continues to be felt by me in my everyday life and its situations. I continue to reflect on the events of these past few weeks, and will grow with that knowledge, be it good or bad.

Thanks for listening to my explanation…..

Posted in California, Denmark, Poetry, Prose, Prose California

Skål!

Two Danes toasting
the night being young
while the alcohol flowed
freely,
not remembering, in advance
what the morning
would bring,

“I propose a toast” said the one
to the other,
“To the Americans and the USA”
the other didn’t respond at first
the clinking of the glasses,
the silence that followed
all eyes rested upon the first one,

“Those poor devils deserve all the luck
they can get, don’t they?”

Everyone present raised their glasses
in unison
“Ja, Ja. Yes, let us toast those poor devils”
they yelled

And the night rolled onward
with a rightful Danish Hangover
in wait,

While those poor devils
were none the wiser…..

Posted in Denmark, Travel

Nordic Sailing – Denmark – Day 2

4 July 2017. The ships are ready to sail from the harbor in Aalborg, and move into position across from the town’s center, waiting for the start signal.

My views of this event were increased by taking photos of the ships as they approached then passed through the first obstacle, the Railway Bridge ( as seen from the pedestrian walkway).

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The start signal was  sounded around 10am and the ships, with filled sails, moved along the Limfjord Canal towards the open sea, The Kattegat.

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Next stop: Sweden

Alas, I won’t be accompanying them, other than being an armchair observer, but not all of us are destined to sail on the seven seas, after all……

 

Posted in Denmark, Travel

Nordic Sailing – Denmark – Day 1

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3 July 2017. Skudhavn, Aalborg Denmark

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A collection of ships from the 3 Nordic Countries, Denmark, Sweden, and Norway. This yearly event is to strengthen ties between these three countries especially with the youth on board. This year the trip (a friendly competition) begins in Denmark then continues to Sweden, then Norway.

Nordisk Sejlads website – in Norwegian http://nordisksejlads.org/wp/

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A Danish Naval vessel, accompany ship, named Jupiter.

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A Danish windmill wing, displayed along the roadside.

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Each ship had a blue/while description of the history of that ship, as well as its facts and figures.

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Starting location. FDF – Danish  Scouts.

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Pallet furniture for use by the visiting guests.

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A Danish Submarine, Springeren, at the nearby Maritime Visitor’s Center

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The program

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Keeping track of who wins/loses

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The proposed route from Denmark to Sweden – Norway.

Continued in Day 2.

Posted in Denmark, Travel

Beer Tasting in Aalborg, Denmark

The other night after work, I attended “Beer Tasting” sponsored by our employee club at work.

It started out innocent enough, with one beer, a small plastic cup and a lot of anticipation from the 15 or so participants.

The first beer was a Pilsner, which tasted all right, but our expectations wouldn’t just accept a normal tasting beer like that. We might as well have been drinking Tuborg or Carlsberg, which are known over the whole world.

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Beer number 2, Belgian Tripel was a far cry from the first Pilsner. Things were looking up, and the chips and nuts began to fly as well.

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I apologize for not setting things in the correct order, but there was talking, and laughing, and my boss to my right who felt that I wasn’t enjoying myself enough with those small cups of beer, so he helped me attain another state of reality.

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Beer number 3, named Drunken Sailor began to resemble a simple evening get-together after work with some friends, turned Christmas Party with cares and worries forgotten, as well as why we had been there in the first place?

The beers became darker, as shown with the above two: Dark Ale and Anker Porter. I imagined working on a Danish Oil Platform somewhere in the North Sea, drinking, or perhaps pumping up the last two beers, which resembled motor oil, and tasted nothing like the first 3, more proper types.

Our host told of their stories, and the musical entertainment was throbbing silently in the background, when my head told me that tomorrow would be less fun than today. Unfortunately, my memory wasn’t listening at the time, which made me continue to enjoy myself, while the beer flowed.

When the party/tasting was over, some of the rest of my best buddies wandered/weaved over to the local Pub in order to continue the high as long as possible, while I chose to go home and consider sleep instead.

I’d like to tell you that the next day dawned as brightly as the previous one, but my head told me to keep my eyes closed, drink a lot of water, and not think too much about the night before.

Beer Tasting, Danish Style

PS Someone asked me the next day if my hair hurt? Yes, it did, but I probably had worn a hat of the incorrect size the night before…

Posted in Canada, Denmark, Poetry, Prose

How Hot Was It?

Everyone is complaining
complaining about hot
what is hot?
what is not?

Hot means ice cream
Hot means topless beaches (Denmark, you know)
Hot might mean Mini-skirts?

If there are no mini-skirts
I’ll have to let my imagination
do the walking
do the talking

I can imagine quite a bit
I can imagine what others promise
but don’t deliver

I was promised mini-skirts
I got ice cream
I got soda pop
I got cool breeze

My imagination got
what I did not,

Wish
I had been that
lucky….

Posted in Denmark, Poetry, Prose

The Father of All Storms

My roof still is being pesky
leaking and the like,
the people around me, have asked
have I solved the trouble,
have I fixed the leak?
the Father of all storms
visited me the other day
I’ll be waiting for the Mother to do the same
but if they act like my own parents
then there won’t be a dry eye in the house
with my Mother yelling, and my Father drinking
and I am wondering, why I wanted to remember
about my Mother Father roof and its questionable
being tight-lipped ways, while I am on the inside
looking out, on my new room, being outside
with the Mother Father Storm, wanting in……

Posted in Denmark, Life, Travel

An Evening in Aalborg Denmark

In the City of Aalborg, Denmark where I reside, a yearly event occurred last night. It is called Regatta, which according to English Oxford Dictionaries means:

A sporting event consisting of a series of boat or yacht races.

Usually it is just some ships docked at the harbor with a number of stages set up offering music and ambience to the residents of Aalborg.

This year was no exception.

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There was music, speed boat races, events and playground for Children, and the event I experienced: Semi-finale in Firework Competition (in Denmark) between 3 competitors.

I ended up experiencing the firework show on my favorite wooden ship from 1899, Jens Krogh, and in the middle of the Limfjord Canal, a bit closer to the Firework Show than the rest of the audience present.

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Jens Krogh.

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Danish ship called LOA.

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Russian Ship named Mir (peace) on left, Utzon Hus in middle, where the music took place.

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Sunset in Aalborg 2245 (10:45pm)

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One of the tops of Utzon House.

I apologize for not posting more about Aalborg, but I’ve been busy emptying my head of my random thoughts. There was a time when I was less fond of Denmark, mainly because it wasn’t California, but sink or swim, I decided to accept it as my home at long last.

Posted in Denmark, Poetry, Prose

Shark Patrol

The sharks were out tonight
patrolling the quiet streets
of Northern Denmark

Everyone, honest or not
kept themselves occupied inside
watching mindless TV
and drinking cups of
Danish Tea

I wanted to go out
and swim with them
-just a short while
crossing fins with them
for Auld Lang Syne,

My wife though,
thought otherwise,
and kept my thoughts occupied
with tails of small dogs
and woes of being a widow

Along the lonely shores
of the last place,

I swam at…..