It's going down, down, down...

My last 24-hour shift working with unaccompanied refugee children is just completed and now I can finally relax in the hammock, or hängmatta as we call it in Swedish. 

Lovely! 

Now I am done with career life for a while and will concentrate my time on my family and on renovating the lake house. 

My view from here. 

During my walk with Lando I saw that the lingonberries are coming around and feel so blessed that our forests are filled to the brim with an abundance of flowers, berries, and mushrooms, just waiting to be picked and enjoyed. How lucky are we? 

Lingonberries in my forest. 

Progress report from the house: The wall that is dividing the kitchen and the living room is going down to make the space open and more adjusted to the modern way of life where kitchens are now such a huge part of the general living space. 

Just look at the layers of old wallpapers dating back to the 1970's showing up!

My father at work removing the wall. 

My 73-year old father is world class, all the way around. He can build anything and has followed us around the world with different building projects, for example: At our Maryland home he built a fantastic 300 sq.ft. deck, in our house in Florida he renovated the kitchen, and in Italy he restored our French doors that was about to fall off the hinges. 

My father realized very quickly that this house is extremely well built and with high quality material that we seldom see in newer construction, and thus it took a bit longer to demolish.

Lots and lots of solid wood in the walls.