plowman

you really don't want to see a picture of our dinner, especially as it does not look very appetizing in photos, but it's all i've got.  today felt nearly like a workday, or, perhaps more accurately said, like a schoolday.  but sitting in a chair for too long on danish overload, it was not like the schooldays of 2012... that bygone era of two and a half hour long class days.  today our math class began, and somehow i did not remember it being also two and half hours long when i signed up for it, so that today, with a half hour lunch break in between, i'm (along with most of my other classmates) in school for five and a half hours.  and something about packing up a lunch this morning, and going directly to pick up the guys after it was all said (in danish) and done, coming home with them and finding their half-eaten bowls of oatmeal still sitting on the dining room table (which admittedly says more about our morning, than my now full schedule), reminded me, somehow of a workday.  with no pay.  just maybe a bit more danish under my belt.  like i can tell you they use the division sign for minus.  the ratio symbol for division.  an older generation might refer to the 500 kroner bill as a plovmand (a plowman) because one used to be drawn on that note walking behind his horse and plow.  trivia.

what matters is that the laundry on the orange couch is only half folded, i had not a minute to do my homework, and there was no time to go to the grocery store today, so dinner was what was in the fridge.  but does that really matter?  i guess not.  what matters is that i picked up the guys a little earlier than usual today and they were both happy to see me and i didn't interfere with afternoon snack time (which matters a lot when you're four and a half)...

and that we got dinner on the table, which henry helped me to make. (his contribution was the jerusalem artichokes)...

onto homework now...