Here's what I did for fun this weekend.
- Went to local bands night at Göta Källare (where I saw the Super Furry Animals and the Soundtrack Of Our Lives back in the day), saw two excellent acts: Slow Fat play soul and New Thing play funk.
- Went for a long bike ride with my wife, had ice cream, logged three geocaches.
- Played Glory to Rome with friends in the Octagonal Sauna because of the endless kitchen renovation at my place.
- Started Iain Banks's 1986 novel The Bridge.
What did you do, Dear Reader?
I didn't know the Masseys had a bedroom webcam?
Neither did I!
I finished reading "Touch", nominally written by Claire North.
Claire North and Kate Griffin are both pen names for this young, very talented author: Catherine Webb https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_Webb
I have read all the novels she wrote as CN / KG and can strongly recommend them all. The brilliant “Touch” is about a protagonist who’s mind can jump from body to body. Thought-inducing. As in "what do you really want to do with your life?"
I read 7 books of fantasy fiction. The books I read gave me several ideas for my current Arduin Grimoire-based game. Also, I managed a very small amount of research on a series of pamphlets I am writing. The pamphlets are basically about the industrial revolution as written for roleplaying gamers. During all this I ordered paracord for making a reflective belt and reflective anklets to keep my trousers, this all for biking.
Walks through one of the preserved woodland areas in my town. There are several such within 3 km of where I live, and I haven't explored all of them.
I played golf on the Nordea Masters course in Bara outside of Malmö.
I am reading the Uppåkra Studies again covering Scanian Iron age development as well as the landscape of Halland and Blekinge.
Eric, watch out for them coywolves I keep hearing about.
I live on the edge of a large "country park" as it is called here - a large wild area in which no development is permitted of any kind. But I can't walk around it because the jungle is literally impenetrable.
The last time I tried, I came back with blood streaming down my forearms - I had worn a short sleeved shirt, and the thorn bushes had ripped my skin to shreds.
Wolves, coyotes, and hybrids thereof aren't a problem yet where I live, though there are more of them upcountry. But moose will occasionally wander through town, and a few years ago there was a bear in one of the wooded areas I mentioned. The wildlife management people usually try to relocate any megafauna that come this close to populated areas.
The wooded area I visit most frequently has several well-maintained trails (it's owned by the local university, which offers a forestry program) and gets plenty of use from both locals and students most of the year--the possible exception is "mud season", the period when most of the snow has melted but the ground has not completely thawed. I also avoid it in November, which is deer hunting season--hunting is officially not allowed in the area, but the risk of some idiot ignoring the posted signs is too high for me, and I don't own any bright orange clothing, which would let any sensible hunter know I am not a deer.
I recently came across the expression "mud season" for the first time, in Neal Stephenson's novel REAMDE.