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As of 5 September 2023, this blog—formerly associated with the lovely capemayhq—is currently archived.
Any new posts made to this blog are for selective closed RP purposes only.
former main (that will hopefully reopen its doors someday)
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🎄God Jul, kompisar!!! Från familjen Lindqvist ❤️ #jul #godjul #julgran #julprydnad #merrychristmas #christmas
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Någon blev sömnig när han väntade på Jultomten... 🎄 #jul #godjul #julafton #julgran #julbelysning #jultomten #tomten
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Tomten, Victor Rydberg 1881
Midvinternattens köld är hård,
stjärnorna gnistra och glimma.
Alla sova i enslig gård
djupt under midnattstimma.
Månen vandrar sin tysta ban,
snön lyser vit på fur och gran,
snön lyser vit på taken.
Endast tomten är vaken.
Står där så grå vid ladgårdsdörr,
grå mot den vita driva,
tittar, som många vintrar förr,
upp emot månens skiva,
tittar mot skogen, där gran och fur
drar kring gården sin dunkla mur,
grubblar, fast ej det lär båta,
över en underlig gåta.
För sin hand genom skägg och hår,
skakar huvud och hätta —
»nej, den gåtan är alltför svår,
nej, jag gissar ej detta» —
slår, som han plägar, inom kort
slika spörjande tankar bort,
går att ordna och pyssla,
går att sköta sin syssla.
Går till visthus och redskapshus,
känner på alla låsen —
korna drömma vid månens ljus
sommardrömmar i båsen;
glömsk av sele och pisk och töm
Pålle i stallet har ock en dröm:
krubban han lutar över
fylls av doftande klöver; —
Går till stängslet för lamm och får,
ser, hur de sova där inne;
går till hönsen, där tuppen står
stolt på sin högsta pinne;
Karo i hundbots halm mår gott,
vaknar och viftar svansen smått,
Karo sin tomte känner,
de äro gode vänner.
Tomten smyger sig sist att se
husbondfolket det kära,
länge och väl han märkt, att de
hålla hans flit i ära;
barnens kammar han sen på tå
nalkas att se de söta små,
ingen må det förtycka:
det är hans största lycka.
Så har han sett dem, far och son,
ren genom många leder
slumra som barn; men varifrån
kommo de väl hit neder?
Släkte följde på släkte snart,
blomstrade, åldrades, gick — men vart?
Gåtan, som icke låter
gissa sig, kom så åter!
Tomten vandrar till ladans loft:
där har han bo och fäste
högt på skullen i höets doft,
nära vid svalans näste;
nu är väl svalans boning tom,
men till våren med blad och blom
kommer hon nog tillbaka,
följd av sin näpna maka.
Då har hon alltid att kvittra om
månget ett färdeminne,
intet likväl om gåtan, som
rör sig i tomtens sinne.
Genom en springa i ladans vägg
lyser månen på gubbens skägg,
strimman på skägget blänker,
tomten grubblar och tänker.
Tyst är skogen och nejden all,
livet där ute är fruset,
blott från fjärran av forsens fall
höres helt sakta bruset.
Tomten lyssnar och, halvt i dröm,
tycker sig höra tidens ström,
undrar, varthän den skall fara,
undrar, var källan må vara.
Midvinternattens köld är hård,
stjärnorna gnistra och glimma.
Alla sova i enslig gård
gott intill morgontimma.
Månen sänker sin tysta ban,
snön lyser vit på fur och gran,
snön lyser vit på taken.
Endast tomten är vaken.
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Mamma sover 💤💤 📷 Foto kredit: Gunnar Emil leker med mammas mobil
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🕯️🕯️ Glad Lucia! 🕯️🕯️ Jag är jetlaggad och sjuk ikväll; så har ett foto från Lucia tidigare. Den kronan har jag fortfarande kvar. #lucia #luciadagen #gladlucia #saintlucia #luciaday
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Drömmar av vingesus, under oss sia tänd dina vita ljus, Sankta Lucia
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Nästan hemma nu... #falun #faluncentralstation #dalarna #sverige #tåget
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“Because even at my worst, I want you around.“
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Du gör mig hel. 💙
IGNORE THIS... JUST POSTING SO I CAN UPDATE WITH THE SOLO PARA WHEN IT'S FINISHED AND HAVE IT BE IN THE PROPER SPOT TIMELINE-WISE ON AGNES'S BLOG
“Hela Sveriges och kanske hela världens sagotant”
Diana shared a look with her mid wife and softly nodded before she scooted closer and set one arm over her protruding stomach. It was clear Agnes was in the beginnings of a panic attack and if worse came to worse they'd have to resort to medication if she didn't calm down on her own. Something Di didn't like or want to do. She nodded and smiled. "That's good." And let out a soft sigh allowing Agnes to follow her. She didn't need to pay attention to what her mid wife was doing. Agnes would feel a prick but that didn't need her eyes to be focused on anything.
"Did you have a morning session or afternoon? Did you know that afternoon sessions some therapists give out treats?" She found it sweet and funny that depending on who you got that they'd get a little extra treat. "Do you know with who?" Getting the okay that she was all done she held onto Agnes's hands and squeezed. "All done. Quick and painless."
So far, trying to distract herself with light conversation wasn't helping. Agnes could feel her breaths becoming more irregular despite her best efforts to keep them even. It made her chest hurt; and in turn, that made her feel dizzy. Her hands were still shaking; and she knew for a fact she wouldn't have been able to stay upright much longer if she was currently on her feet. She was grateful to be sat; and for a brief moment, she was grateful for the sensation of the prick in her arm as the midwife drew a vial of blood for routine labs. It helped bring her temporarily back to reality, long enough to finish registering Diana's questions and formulate a response. "I-It is in the afternoon. I, uh... I do not know who with." She couldn't recall the name of the therapist she was scheduled to see. It was someone Diana had recommended; so she knew she'd be in good hands. "I—" The tightness in her chest grew tighter as the irregularity in her breathing increased further. "Jag kan inte andas." No matter how much she tried to focus on her breathing, the feeling of not being able to get enough air was starting to take over. Deep down, she knew it was just her anxiety playing tricks on her; but on the surface, there was no such thing as logic or reasoning. On the surface, she couldn't breathe; and she was terrified as flashes of unwanted memories dared to cross the forefront of her mind. Something about meeting with Diana and the midwife had set her off. Something about it made the pregnancy all the more real; and given the fact she had past trauma she'd yet to process, something within her couldn't handle everything that was currently happening. It was all too much; and now, it dared to surface.
Diana called her in house midwife and asked her to prepare the downstairs guest room for Agnes. Di would oversee things but still it was nice to put her toes back in the water. "Follow her in. I'll meet you and baby stress in there." As she got helped by her sister in law she waddled down slowly and made her way to the room. She watched everything get set up and had her sister in law close the door after getting situated. "Okay, breathe in and out for us slowly and sit up straight please? We'll need the most accurate reading for this one."
Baby Stress? Agnes raised a brow at the use of such a name to refer to her unborn baby... In all honestly, it made a good deal of sense. She'd told Diana that day on the porch that her symptoms were all because of stress despite her knowing Diana knew what she'd also known deep down by then. In a way, she'd been using 'stress' to refer to her baby for weeks now. It honestly made sense as a nickname. It was fitting... Baby Stress. Stress Lindqvist.
As Diana's in-house midwife appeared and she was instructed to follow the woman to the downstairs guest room, the younger brunette did just that. She let out a clearly anxious sigh as ocean hues lingered on her big sister for a moment longer before she followed the midwife. By the time she made it to the guest room, she was visibly shaky. As she waited where she was instructed to sit, all she could do was stare down at the shakiness of her hands until Diana arrived with further instructions.
Sitting up straight, she took in a shaky breath and let it out. For now, she would try and focus on her breathing in order to keep her nerves in check; but it was a much easier said task than done. Maybe some light conversation would distract her enough to calm her breaths. "Did I, uh, did I tell you I moved my therapy appointment to tomorrow?" She shared, knowing the importance of keeping Diana in the loop if she was going to be her doctor for the time being. The office had called during Gunnar's birthday party and shared they had a cancellation. Given how that morning had gone, she'd quickly accepted the sooner appointment. "I also kept my one for next week." She knew having the two so close together would be for the best. She needed to talk to someone other than Diana to finish processing everything that was happening.
