Going home

I'm in the train. In about 2 hours I will be back in Stockholm. I will miss the country. I have always lived somewhere rural. Although it is nice to have all the facilities nearby in Stockholm. And we are out of town, so it is ok.

Last night I was woken by the cries of the cow. I am surprised Trude did not hear it. I went out to check on her and helped pull her calf out. One hoof had turned back and kind of gotten stuck. I had to put my hand inside her and straighten it. Just then she had a compression. Ouch! After that it was not long for the calf to come out. Cousin turned up, he had noticed my light. He took over and made sure mother and calf were fine. Here they leave them together for the first few days, then they need to be separated so the cow can be milked again. It was another heifer. Bull calves are not welcomed much, this breed is not a good meat provider.

As it was my day for cleaning today, I had a leisurely morning after breakfast. I packed, my clothes had all dried after I washed them Thursday evening. I did not have a time for my train, they go every 2 hours. So when I was ready after my duty, I had a walk around and said goodbye to the animals and the people. Trude took me to the station. I have a packed lunch with me.

I am excited to see Owe, but I am getting anxious again. I do not want to feel this way! What is it that makes me feel like that? Going back to Owe? Being in a city? Our unresolved argument? Life?

My malfunctioning brain? Oh, it is getting busy. Soccer fans!