Ah, the grumpiness! I have, once again, been having too much fun.
I don’t buy a lot of clothes, I don’t spend a lot of money on going to the hairdresser, manicure, pedicure or whatever. I don’t have fancy purses, or high heel shoes, but I DO spend a substantial amount of money on sports utilities…. A whole lot of substantial amounts to be honest. I won’t even visit that part of my brain where the info on exactly how much I spend is located. To scary. I LIKE spending money on high quality stuff that I can use outside. And I am of the firm belief that it improves my welfare, so it must be utility maximizing and therefore efficient (even though my fear of calculating the amount spent points to some irrationality..).
My problem right now is not that I spent too much money, I am way to economical (don’t even know if that is a word in English) for that. No, my problem is getting everything back to Sweden. I thought I had it all figured out: I would send my two pair of skiis, boots, poles and helmet with USPS. That would cost me some money, but it would be totally worth it. Then I would take my bike on the plane, along with my two regular bags (stuffed with the rest of the gear). A really good plan, if I hadn’t misscalculated how long an inch really is. For some reason, I thought an inch was 3 cm. That would make my skiis JUST about cutting the maximum length for shipping via post. Turns out an inch is more like 2.5 cm. The max lenght is 60 inches, which is about 152 cm. My skiis are way longer than that…. DAMN.
AND, I made such a nice box to put them in!! Well, this is a cliff hanger. What will she do? It is sooo nerve racking. I’m sure your all biting your nails and jumping up and down. Totally understandable. I would too.
To get over my sorrows, I will be very constructive and 1) dye my hair black and 2) go watch bearded men play the banjo. Then, I will take my bike (that in any case will make it back home) and go down south for some serious riding, and beard watching. And then, then, I will pick up my fellow in crime at the airport, and then every worry about material stuff will be replaced by worries about how the heck I will be able to keep up with him on the bike. Good plan.