My husband, Kory, retired
two weeks before our son was born, so for over ten years we had no schedule, no
alarm clock, no rushing out of the house in the morning. Most every day we’d
sit at our dining room table, look out over the Skagit Valley while leisurely
drinking a cup of coffee and talk about what the day would bring. Sometimes
when Kaleb and I homeschooled, we’d stay in our pajamas all day. Our lives in
Norway were everything BUT that. Everything had to be planned out ahead of
time. I had to double check to see if we had clean clothes for the next day and
enough food to make lunches. I had to put a clock in every room because I had
to catch a bus and Kaleb had to get to school on time. Kory even had to go back
to work to off-set the high cost of living there, so two days a week he was a
carpenter again. We were on a schedule with very little time to relax.
One day soon after starting
work, Kory discovered they don’t have sani-cans on the job sites in Norway – so
he had to drive all the way home to use the toilet. He said his co-workers just
head for the nearest bushes, which is OK under certain circumstances, but it
wasn’t going to work too well for him that particular day.
About the same time Kory was
rushing home to use the bathroom, my Norwegian class was heading off to a
concert by Ă…lesund’s finest string quartet. Norwegians are very much into
culture and ambiance. Each morning my school day was started off with a little
soft music to settle everyone down. There were always blooming flowers in our
classroom and little doilies with candles on the tables in our break room.
In America we often
associate candles, flowers and music with relaxation and romance, but in
Norway, it’s an everyday thing, even in the workplace. At least in office jobs,
anyway. My bus passed by several office buildings and I always saw employees
sitting in their break room – complete with flowers, table clothes, candles
burning, and I imagine, music softly playing in the background.
At his job, I don’t know
that Kory would have cared so much about the ambiance of candles, flowers or
music, as much as he would have just liked a toilet to sit on every now and
then.
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