Norway Day

Norwegians. My people! My genetic people, anyway.

This year we hit the trifecta: Norway Day, Sis' birthday, Kentucky Derby, all falling on the 5th.

This is the second year Sis and I have watched the Derby on Norway Day. Last year while eating our open faced sandwiches at Cafe Tabitha,
she let it slip that the Derby was in an hour. I had no idea but she's a big fan. So we finished our lunch, ran, and tried to find a place with a big screen t.v., which was risky but not impossible apparently. We found it at Round Table Pizza, and the next half hour was a sitcom episode of not finding the Derby on the gigantic t.v. finding it but not being able to tune in to the channel without batteries for the remote, them kindly running out to buy batteries and us being unable to stop them, and us drinking Bud and watching it in replay. Round table's our place now. This year we brought batteries.

Then back to Norway Day. By the end of the day we'd had cheeses and troll vitamins, sour cream pudding

three kinds of adult refreshment (small slugs of aqauvit, tastings of sparkling mead, uh...a frosty mug of Bud) and salt cured lamb shank. We watched the Derby, the first performance in english of Ibsen poem Terje Vigen set to music, we ducked into the book art and printers fair in an adjoining hall, bought ephemera, handmade paper and learned a little about lead type


then out to Indian dinner with Dog, Cat, Mouse and Monkey.

Whew. We do birthday big!