Park Time

Today was a day with nothing on the Agenda.  Ellie and I decided to check out a little exploring with a stop at a new park.  We are in a holding pattern with accomplishing things that have to be done so little fun time was in order.  I was trying to find a park I had seen when out “apartment hunting” in August.  We rode the train to Freidemsplan which is a stop we have used before but took the other exit.  All stops have two if not three exits into the city so you have to know where to exit.  Very much like the interstate system.  You can get there from any exit but the right exit will get you closer to your destination.  Also which train you get on is marked the way our interstates are.  You go toward Columbia for Cayce and toward Greenville for Clemson.  Here it is for example via T-Centralen (the main hub) or via Freidemsplan. 

Once we exited, we found a really neat park though not the one I was looking for.  It was a two level park.  The top level had a playhouse with chairs and a table, a rocking horse and cat, a large bouncy jeep.  Ellie uses the large jeep for getting from place to place in the park.  It also had a see-saw, hanging bars and sandbox.  The really cool thing about Sweden is that the city leaves sand toys at the parks and everyone plays with them and actually leaves them – in good shape.  So if you find a sandbox there are always toys to play with.  We only played in the upper park but you could slide or take stairs to the lower park that had swings.  It is a creative set-up to deal with the changing landscape.

After work and a hamburger dinner at the hotel room, Ellie wanted to (can you guess) ride trains.  So we headed over to the apartment to see about hanging light fixtures.   We were able to borrow a 4 step ladder from Poul (an Electrolux employee) on the 4^th floor.  This was supposed to be really easy.  Plug in, screw in, flip switch.  And for the hanging light fixtures it was a breeze.  The fixtures that we picked that were flush to the ceiling; David couldn’t get all the wires, plug and metal bar from the ceiling in the small box.  He still thinks it is possible with a taller ladder (he was practically standing on tiptoe) or a better screwdriver (he was using the one on his pocket knife).  I hope that one of these two things will solve the issue; otherwise it is back to IKEA to figure out the return policy for 6 of the 10 lights.  I look forward to the day when the most though I have to put into a light is flipping the switch.