So, we were all sitting there in one large circle around the tables after Bible Study last night, and no one was saying anything. Which is my cue to break the silence with a funny or interesting story. Not everyone there spoke English, so I attempted to share this story using my Norglish (or Englorsk, whichever you like). I shared that Paul and I had attended the Good Friday service at the old church in Røros last week, and the woman who was the priest at this service had the most beautiful voice and dialect I had ever heard. Her Norwegian just sounded like a lovely melody when she spoke! No sooner than those words had left my mouth did the man sitting immediately to my right explain that he knows her, and she does indeed have a beautiful way of speaking Norwegian! No kidding! Now this church in Røros is in a small community which took Paul and I about 7 hours of travel to get to! And our church here in Moss has about 30 attendees on any given Sunday. We just laughed at how small this country of Norway seemed at that moment. Not only did he know of this priest, but he knew her well enough to have her contact information on his phone. Small world.
On another note, our very welcome visitors of last week (daughter Emily and friend Courtney) returned from their trip to Greece–with beautiful pictures, some nice souvenirs and/or gifts for loved ones, and a few stories of adventure. I don’t know if every parent feels this way, but I just get so excited hearing good news from my kiddoes. I love to see pictures of them having the time of their lives with friends. And, in spite of Paul and I embracing our role of ’empty-nesters’, we do feel a slight sense of loss, bordering on loneliness, when those little grown-up birds return to their own nests after a short visit with us.
Which is why I visited the liquor store today. Not really. Well, sort-of.
We are the occasional-social-drinkers of wine, Paul and I. So, upon arriving to Norway, the country which taxes its alcohol so much that we thought it was priced above our temporary single income level, we became pretty much in-home tea-totalers. Turns out that is not entirely the case! So, after dropping off the girls at the bus-for-the-airport stop, I walked to, perhaps, the one and only wine store in town. 🙂 Yes, most of the wine was too expensive for our wallets, but, there were a few acceptable ones from some local countries (Spain, Portugal, France, Italy) which easily fit the bill.
And, now, speaking of bills, the bill for Paul’s gall bladder ultrasound yesterday at the Østfold Sykhuset (the local hospital), paid in advance of the procedure, was a whopping 227 NOK, or about 30 bucks. Not a bad deal. The results showed that he is the proud owner of not one, but two, gall stones. One large one and one, rather bothersome, smaller one. He is waiting for word from the doctor as to the plan.
The Interview….now this was going to be a blog post all its own, but I decided that it was not that big of a deal, so it’s just a paragraph in a blog of randomness. Our little church here in Moss, Den Frie Evangeliske Forsamling, has a four-times-a-year newsletter (Godt Nytt) that is published and distributed at church. It contains articles on members and events, pictures, a page for children, the speaker schedule, etc. WELL, this most recent edition has an article (two whole pages!) on us! Hoo-whee! The writer of the article, Trygve, and his lovely wife of 45 years, Bente, came over for coffee and bars last month and spent the evening visiting with us. I think the purpose of the article was just to make us more approachable to the people at the church who may not know us. It was sure sweet of them to think of it.
Last, but not least, is the weather report. After leaving the winter of Røros, we were pleasantly surprised with spring-like temps in Moss. The snow is long past, and the wild and purposely planted flowers are springing up all around. Why, our friend, Ragnhild, this past Monday morning, went into the very forest we walked through last week in the snow and picked wild flowers for the children of our church to lay at the pulpit for Jesus. 🙂