Yestern I was studying in the library/cafeteria, as is my custom at lunchtime. One time I looked up I saw a cello. The next time I looked up I saw a cello & a viola. The next time I didn't have to look up--det hade blitt en riktig folk-fest right in the middle of the library.

Later, by some stroke of good fortune, I happened upon an announcement of a lecture about Östnordisk och Västnordisk dialecter i gammal tiderna ("East & West Scandinavian Dialects in the Old Times"). Torsdag 8. september, it said on the flyer. "That must be coming up," methought to myself, before realising that it was that night. Luckily the molasses in my brain cunducted this connexion so that I didn't miss it.

I'm very happy I saw the flyer, since it was really interesting for me. They had invited a professor from Lund University. While I was sitting in the room, even though I was totally "engaged," I couldn't help but think "I must be the only person here under forty!" And then I looked around a little more and I realised my first impression had been wrong (as they tend to be)--I was the only person under sixty-five! But that's alright.