Wednesday, December 28, 2011

On the road again

Spent Christmas with my boyfriend and his family up north. We were supposed to return home on the 26th and spend one night with my parents, so that we got to see everyone for Christmas. But a storm caused cancellations in all communications. Some people are still without power, it’s insane. It’s not the train/travel company’s fault that there was a storm, but seriously, some things could have been handled better. This is how things went down for us (and we consider ourselves lucky):

On Monday morning, the 26th, we read on the SJ home page (SJ is the Swedish railways company) that all trains are cancelled, there are no replacement buses and they won’t have any new information until 6 pm that day. So, we stay with my hun’s family for one more day. This meant that we didn’t have time to visit my parents, which obviously made me angry. And sad. But we booked a new date and I dealt with it. We had a nice second last day.

I call SJ to re-schedule or tickets (and we are travelling with a pet, so everything is more complicated). After 45 minutes of waiting in line, I am told to cancel the original tickets online and book new ones myself. If we don’t want to get home late as shit, there is only one option and it is a travel route that is longer than the regular one and costs twice as much. But I book it and I pay for it.

On Tuesday the 27th, we get on a bus, switch to another bus and then to a train. So far so good, right? Well, when we arrive in Karlstad, there is a powerline on the tracks further ahead, so our train ride straight to Stockholm becomes train, then bus, then train again. So all in all, five switches.

In Karlstad, the train is also an hour late. AND there is an accident that I witness up close, which causes all traffic to stand still for a while. This tiny person (I think it was a kid, but the news say it was a woman, but she was super tiny) just jumps down onto the tracks as a train moves in. She quickly lies down in the middle of the rail as the train drives over her. We had to board our train after that, but we heard the sirens straight away. Later read that she was OK. But the whole thing was so bizarre. It feels like a scene in a movie.

OK, so once we actually get on the train, it takes like 20 minutes before it can leave. And after five minutes of driving there is another error and we are forced to stand still for 20 minutes more. And then we make the switch to bus and then have to wait outside for the last train, which is late because there is no personnel (?!).

The whole trip takes about nine hours instead of five, which would have been the case with the original route on a non-error day. Devil had to spend nine hours in his travelling home. And some of it outdoors in the freezing weather. Not fun, but he’s a trooper.

Today I called SJ for a refund and they refuse to pay us. The new tickets that we were forced to get cost a fortune and they just refuse us.

I am beyond pissed at this point. But also, just thankful that we made it home in one piece.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Dennis was a lonely man
As lonely as an old man can
His children left
His wife had died
His siblings never even tried
 
Christmas time was never fun
No gifts to wrap or chores to run
The TV set
From start to end
Remained this old man’s only friend
 
One week before this holiday
A neighbor swiftly snuck away
As he returned
Our Dennis saw
A blanket that revealed a paw
 
The neighbor hid the puppy fast
His son would cheer and have a blast
In envy so
Old Dennis glanced
At the dog and tail that danced
 
He looked around his lonely room
Disgusted by its’ obvious gloom
He gave a nod
And took a stand
This dog would make his life so grand
 
On Christmas Day he crossed the street
To finally this puppy meet
The window locked
He broke it down
Face covered by a mask of clown
 
But no one slept as he had wished
And as he for the shovel fished
The dad did charge
And in this hour
Our Dennis swung with all his power
 
When dad was down he turned his head
Mom and boy was out of bed
Another swing
And then one more
Until the blood was on the floor
 
The puppy made a quiet noise
And ran across some scattered toys
Towards the man
That stood there still
And smile because done was his will
 
Man and dog were from that day
As one and all seclusion went away
For Dennis found
His new best friend
And Christmas was happy, in the end

Friday, December 09, 2011

Rats

I love having pets. They are such an important part of my life. Rats are my favorites. They are smart, kind, playful, silly, loving, curious, clumpsy, funny, sneaky and just adorable. There are only two downsides to having rats; they easily get sick and they only live for about two years.
So, every two years there is a tragedy in our household. This year, two of our three rats have passed. And now, our third and last little guy is seriously ill. And it’s killing me.
“Why rats?” people ask. “Why not a cat or a dog? They live for a lot longer.”
Why? Because of EVERYTHING except for the two downsides stated above. They are always excited to see you, especially when you bring food or a new toy. They wrestle and chase each other around, playing tag, so innocent and joyful. They eat everything and they love to lick soft cheese from your fingertips. They have adorable little round bellies. Their eyes have such a kindness. They are easy to bring on journeys because they acclimatize quickly and sleep most of the way. They love it when you scratch behind their ears or brush their fur. They don’t cause allergies the way cats and dogs do.
I love rats. But right now, I just hate that the one little guy we have left has to suffer.
The world is not fair.

Smokey (RIP), Panic (RIP) and Devil.