30 March, 2015

Blog Spring Cleaning: Dansk Progress, Monkey is Two, Fashion Fails, Irondad Prevails

TV/Midt-Vest visit
In January, my classmates and I passed the test to move to Module 3. Now in addition to our regular classes, we have a group project element in which we make presentations on a central theme. This is a combined effort with Module 4, and we have just begun our second project--Media in Holstebro. My team chose TV, so I arranged for us to visit TV/Midt-Vest, the regional TV station, last week. We were all pleasantly surprised by how enjoyable and interesting it was. We got a personal tour by the redaktionschef through the news rooms and studios, and she graciously sat with us for a short interview. We will give our presentations in a couple of weeks. 

In February, I took the first Dansk Prøve, a test which is required for those on 'Family Reunification' visas. There is only one testing location for the entire country, so it was a very convenient 3 1/2 hour drive for us. I'm still waiting for the results, but the test was easy. 

Monkey Baby turned two in March, so she's not really a baby anymore. But she's definitely still a monkey. She's funny and frustrating and totally charming. Her English and Danish are both developing quickly which is completely fascinating to me as one raised mono-lingually. Currently trending is 'ikke' (not) with everything: 

'Daddy henne?' (Where's Daddy?)
'Daddy's in the living room opening the curtains.'
'Nej, mama, ikke curtains.'
'Well, he is opening the curtains.'
'Ikke curtains!'
'Take it up with Daddy.'

'Time to get ready for bed, Monkey.' 
'Nej, ikke bed.' 
'Yes, and then we'll read some books.' 
'Nej, mama, ikke read books!' 
'But you love books!' 
(pause) 'Yaaaay books!'

So that's fun.

Påske is everywhere right now. Easter. There are familiar themes of eggs and chocolate bunnies, and the ad magazines are full of offers on legs of lamb and pickled herring. 

Easter dresses, c. 1987
This morning my choir sang for the Palm Sunday service out at Mejrup Kirke. Even though I've been to church here before--and to this church in particular--I still decided to wear high heels, dress slacks, and a dry-clean-only top. It must be something ingrained. Growing up, we always dressed up for church. But today, I felt a little out of place in a sea of sensible shoes and no-nonsense attire. 

This is not the first time I've felt inappropriately dressed at an event in Denmark, so I'm considering generating a chart which details occasions and clothing options that can be cross-referenced with times of day.
  • Evening birthday in a garden tent: casual with sweater
  • Afternoon birthday: nice casual, take along practical shoes for a forest/beach walk
  • Confirmation with a nursing infant: squeeze into that one black dress and hope for the best
  • Confirmation at a golf resort: GO SHOPPING
  • Church: freely choose any of the frumpy clothes in your closet
It's a work in progress.

To finish my spring cleaning, I need to mention my dad. He pops up in my writing now and then, often in conjunction with athletic achievements, and his latest accomplishment is the Melbourne Ironman. 

As with his first Coeur d'Alene Ironman, there was a bit of drama. There was a trip to the ER to deal with recurring gut blockage caused by the radiation several years ago. There was morphine and an IV drip. There was a mad dash to the airport directly from the VA hospital. There was a recurrence of bronchitis. There was dehydration. Ultimately, there was an Ironman, and his name is Dwight Schuh. 

He finished sixth out of seven in the 70-74 age group, sticking it out to the end with fellow American Richard Weinbrandt who came in seventh with 1 1/2 lungs following a lung infection and surgery in December 2014. To quote my sister, 'Sounds like the old guy division isn't for wimps.' You can say that again.

Sorry you didn't get your Kona qualifier, dad. We still think you're alright.


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2 comments:

Crooke girl said...

Really love hearing about your new life Margie!! Your dad sounds awesome... I've never met him but do give him my very best wishes..

I was interested to hear your comments about appropriate attire too.. I remember Easter being a HUGE thing in the wardrobe stakes as a child.. Always a new coat and dress and shoes, if needed.. I still have the urge to go out and buy a new outfit for Easter all these years later. Sad that few people seem to make a real effort with their every day appearance those days. I always feel so much better for a bit of extra effort..

Take care and love to you all..
Barbara & Philip (who is still cycling)xx

Potato Woman said...

Will do, Barbara! Glad you enjoy reading.

For years, my grandmother made matching dresses for me and my sister every Easter and Christmas. I think Easter is the only time I ever wore a dress hat. Maybe you can inspire me to keep making an effort. With your style, you could make a paper bag look fabulous!