Good therapy...
To get it out is good therapy; "express yourself!". I guess that is true and I guess I am working myself through the whole horrific experience of Sabbath morning by telling others what happened. At the same time it is excruciating painful because I feel so incredible stupid and guilty.
• Stupid that I managed to lose control over the car just because of icy conditions and a sharp bend...
• Guilty that I crashed my sisters car...
• Guilty that I put one of my friends through the experience...
• Guilty that I let the church down where I was going to preach...
• Guilty that it will cost us a small fortune to pay my sister back the value of the car (since it only had third party insurance)...
At the same time I am incredible grateful that
...no other cars came in the opposite direction at that particularly time
...that neither I nor my friend was seriously physically injured
...that I actually had company with me (the paradox that is...)
...that I am now safely at home and I know that the damages that has gotten done will gradually fade or get sorted...

A touch of frost...
Looking out of my window I see the sun glittering in snow covered branches. The dogs leave their imprints on the white ground as they run along after each other. The kids wake up screaming of joy because winter is finally here "when can I start skiing to school?", "I am going to slide on snow racers in kindergarten!" "so am I!" :-) I run around the house pulling out drawers and searching in wardrobes looking for last years hats and mittens, while the kids put on layers of clothes. The doors are frozen to the car so I have to pull with all my might to get them opened, the seat is freezing my butt off (whatever happened to that garage we were going to build..??). Driving along on twisty narrow country roads while your car is practicing ice skating is enough to wake up even the most sleepy zombie (who needs cappuccino?). Friends walk me to the bus while being like kids and having a snowball fight...
Evening time, the fire is crackling and warming. The kids are sleeping soundly after playing out in the cold fresh air most of the day. Outside it is pitch dark. Drinking a cup of hot chocolate while Jack Johnson is playing in the background.
Winter has its challenges, but it is really not too bad at all ;-) November in Norway.