I have been really lousy at writing in my blog recently. Lots of late entries, yeah... I don't know why. I think it's just that when I remember it I usually think it's too early to write a roundup of the day, since I am often not even home yet, and later in the evening I forget it until half an hour past the time I should have been in bed in order to get up at decent time next day....

I spent Friday reading a bit before I went downtown to get some shopping done. I had to get a birthday present for Gustav, and because of the good weather recently I really needed a new pair of sun shades for my glasses too; the old ones mysteriously disappeared, maybe under the car seats. So I visited three optician stores (plus one earlier this week). In the first one I met a very nice woman who really wanted to help me and was really sad when they didn't have a model suiting my rim. She then told me to visit the optician next door (a competing one, of course), since they usually had a good selection. I liked that - she put service first and when she couldn't help me, she rather wanted someone else to help me than to tell me to come by "next week" or something. So I went to that store. First I spoke to a woman who I felt was a bit haughty, like I wasn't worth being her customer. She was reluctant to find other models for me, and she just took my glasses and left me in the middle of the store to look for something. Very funny, since I can see more or less nothing on distanced above 30 cm without glasses, especially in a dim lit store. When she came back - without my glasses - she muttered something about another guy helping me in stead. He came after a while, but didn't pay much attention to the half blind me - he had his back to me and also muttered. So when they in the end, after trying two models on my rim and trying to adjust them to fit, still didn't have any that fitted, I was rather happy. I didn't want to leave any money there. I was pretty mad at them for their ignorance towards me, it was like they had never dealt with a short-sighted person before. I hate being left without my glasses.

Last time I was buying sunshades for my glasses, I got a perfect match at first try, so I thought this was a piece of cake to get. It obviously wasn't. In the third store, where I arrived five minutes before closing time, they went through all their shelves to find a good one, and luckily they found one in the end, even though it was black rather than the green I wanted. The model wasn't quite right, but decent enough and value for money (NOK280/USD40). And good for my eyes - I was fed up of peering all the day in the sun.

After the sun glass affair, I went to get a birthday present for Gustav, a sugar castor in the set he is collecting. Then I got home and baked three cakes for our birthday party.

On Saturday we got up rather early. Anders went downtown to get a hair cut and some other things, while I went to a new shopping mall to get some birthday stuff. Because of the strike, our usual store was out of frozen raspberries, so I HAD to get to that mall even if I knew it would be hell because it was opened on Thursday and because many other people thought like me and went there to get stuff they can't get elsewhere because of the strike.

And it truly WAS horrible. Sometimes so crowded I couldn't move my trolley, and full of screaming children and stupid people who was standing right in the middle of the paths people were supposed to use. Arrrrgh! No, mister, I am NOT sorry for bumping into you when you stand there in the middle, looking stupidly into the air. Luckily I got everything on my list (and not an item more!), and was honoured with 25 minutes in the queue to pay.

[I am backdating this entry to avoid messing up the order of my life too much. It's fake, though - I did write this on Sunday...]