Hurra for meg

Yesterday was my birthday, and it was a very mellow, very nice day. First off the sun was shining, for which there is certainly no guarantee in Norway in September. I woke up early and was excited to bang out my thoughts on my new book plan. On Friday I had a major conceptual breakthrough. I realized that I have another book gestating that is not the cabin book. This other book, which is on Ibsen's Peer Gynt and the production of meaning, is begging to be written. I have a strong feeling that I can get it done by December of this year. The cabin book just isn't coming together, and I think it needs more time to percolate in the background. So now I have a chapter outline for the new book and I've gathered together all the related work I've done on Peer Gynt (which turns out to be a lot) and apportioned it out into the right chapters. I have over 70 pages and a very clear plan for the rest now. That was a great way to start my day. How exciting to discover that I have nearly half of a book written!

Once the guys were up and running we drove down to the local Kiwanis Club barn sale and I scored in a big way! You have to understand that I am a real tightwad, I hate being parted from my kroner, and that I live in a country with ridiculously high taxes on consumer goods. Things that would cost $2 in the US sell for closer to $20 here. This makes furnishing a home a difficult challenge. I have been looking for a table cloth that fits on our very wide table when it is fully extended since at least Thanksgiving time last year. There is just nothing out there, but in the stacks of linens upstairs in the Kiwanis barn I found one, and not only is it big, but also new and clean and really nice: 100% cotton in lovely, deep blues from Habitat that will work with our colorful Fiestaware dishes.

I have also been looking for a pepper mill since we moved here in December 2008. I see them in stores all the time, but I am just not going to pay $40 dollars for a freaking pepper mill. The fabulous Kiwanis had three to choose from. I took the least garish and gunky one. It had an irritating label stuck on, but after soaking the mill in hot soapy water for 15 minutes it scrubbed off like a dream, and now I have a sparkly little pepper mill:

KE thinks it's hideously ugly, but clearly he's just plain wrong about that! How can someone who barely ever uses pepper be expected to appreciate the glory that this is?  I paid 30 NOK for both the table cloth and the pepper mill -- just under $5 right now. Now that's a price I can live with, and it was the best birthday present I've had in I think five years! Okay, so I'm easily amused and "billig i drift" (cheap to maintain) as they say here in Norway.

We went grocery shopping (thankfully painless) and then I baked myself a cake and made pizza on a gloriously sunny afternoon in our kitchen, with the door to the patio wide open. After the pizza we took a walk around the neighborhood. We were feeling bold, so we scoped out the yard of the abandoned house that we desperately want to buy. That only made us want it more, so on the way home we were scheming and trying to figure out how to make that work. I know it's possible to find out who owns a particular property, and I'd like to contact the owners, but we have a lot of financial stuff to work out, and plus we need at least one of us to have a permanent position. It is totally my dream--an old house on the verge of collapse--combined with KE's dream--perfect solforhold (a quintessentially Norwegian word that I don't think has an English equivalent. It means "sun conditions"--meaning how early the sun shines on the property in the morning and how late in the evening at all times of the year. Norwegian are--quite justifiably--obsessed with solforhold) and a little bit of a view of the fjord. Sigh. Want want want want want. I would be willing to sacrifice a lot to buy that house. Since we can't do it, we went home and consoled ourselves with birthday cake.

It was the same cake I baked last Saturday for KE's birthday (yes, we're exactly seven days apart, born in the same year). Last weekend I tried out the ginormous stand mixer that KE insisted on buying for baking bread. It ended up producing a huge amount of big, awkward parts to wash and a cake that wasn't even close to properly mixed (seriously, it looked like a failed marbled cake, with random chunks of yellow cake in what was supposed to be plain chocolate). This time I baked in my usual way, which is to say by hand, and the result was much better. The cake was as light and fluffy as the machine mixed one, but it was actually blended. I like being a Luddite when it comes to baking. The icing was chocolate too, with a few tablespoons of coffee in it. I hate coffee, but I do love coffee ice cream and chocolate-coffee icing. Yum. KE and E sang both "Hurra for deg" and "Happy Birthday" and a good time was had by all.

I finished nearly everything on the Lanesplitter skirt last night while watching MPGjr (cringe)--now all I need to do is buy elastic for the waistband, sew it down, and it's done. It turned out to be a size large rather than medium, and I think it probably would look better on if it were a medium, but I'll still wear it. Pictures to come, once the elastic is in.

Høstbilder

I gave up on waiting for it to be light enough to take pictures. So pardon the blurriness on this cavalcade of recent snapshots. First up is a quick shot of the evening sky from our deck around dinner time:

Then there's the finished stripy sweater, which is already getting dirty:

And here's the latest addition to our living room, the Vatne 108 chair that I bought used. You can just barely see the footstool in the background behind my knitting basket:

And now here's a snapshot of what's in that knitting basket. It's another reknit. As I mentioned in my last post I'm knitting this ribbed pullover from the lace pattern short sleeved sweater I started early this summer.


So far I really like it, though the knitting through the back loop and the silk content in the yarn is a little hard on my hands. Or maybe it's just that I'm knitting it like a maniac. It's the kind of project I love: mindless and drab!

But more exciting things are in the works. I've ordered Jared Flood's first book, Made in Brooklyn, and my Mom is going to bring it when she visits in December. I'm also gearing up for my next year's knitting agenda. I've decided I want to tackle fewer projects and focus on some really challenging things that I haven't had time for during this year of mass production. I'm aiming for four really lovely sweaters, though I haven't quite worked out exactly which ones (other than Alice Starmore's Fulmar and Jared Flood's Seneca).

Strategi

On Sunday I finished E's stripy sock sweater, and he has been wearing it ever since. I decided to go with ribbing at the bottom of the body and sleeves to match the neckline and to counteract the flipping action I was getting with the hem. It was pretty easy to remove the hem (just started unraveling down from the stripe above it) and knit down from the edge.

Rather than doing the logical thing and picking up the linen tunic to finish off (a sleeve and a half to go) or the short sleeved cardigan in Silke Tweed that I started earlier in the summer, I irrationally cast on for something new. I'm using the same Silke Tweed yarn, but in a different, more wearable pattern. It's a simple pullover knitted in purl two, knit one TBL ribbing. I like the look of the way it's knitting up, though I worry the silk content in the yarn may make it end up being overly baggy. I may add a little waist shaping, and will definitely make it longer than the pattern. It's another Drops pattern, by the way: Drops 54-10.

I can't take any knitting pictures yet because it's getting so dark here in Norway. There's not enough light before or after I go to work, so they'll have to wait until the weekend.

We had a great day on Sunday. I drove in to Oslo to buy a used chair that I found on the internet (picture to come). It's funny how much adding the chair to our sitting area tied the room together. It is upholstered in a kind of dove gray wool that is a little discolored (unfortunately), but blends perfectly with the rest of our stuff. It's a Vatne nr. 108 chair designed by a guy named Fredrik Kayser. Then on Monday KE massively cleaned the whole house! It was amazing what a difference it made. E was ecstatic when he came home--he loved how clean it was. Who knew that a four-year-old noticed such things. I was pretty darned ecstatic too!

My sister-in-law had us over for dinner on Sunday, which was really relaxing and fun. She's great. She got me inspired to start planning Thanksgiving dinner. Now I've committed (with some trepidation) to making it for her and some friends of ours on the last Saturday in November. Should be fun, actually--I'll use exactly the same menu I always use: roasted turkey, stuffing (bread based with chanterelle mushrooms, almonds, and pork sausage), gravy, mashed potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce from scratch (with orange peel), whole wheat rolls (from scratch), and a pumpkin pie (from scratch). I'll bake the pie and rolls the day before, and prepare the stuffing. KE will do the cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and probably the gravy too. That leaves just the beans, sweet potatoes and turkey to mess with on the day itself. The problem is oven space--we have two stoves but only one oven that really works, and it only has one rack.

Yesterday I felt like a participant on Survivor at work, minus the voting people out. In my work group of 12 colleagues I am becoming more and more aware of the alliances that lie under the surface. I had one strong alliance coming in, and am now trying to build additional alliances with other people in the group. Yesterday I made two moves that I think will help strengthen my position with two other people. I've never been so aware of the strategy involved in the process of establishing oneself in a new work environment. Looking back at my previous job, I can see that I did absolutely nothing to build alliances there, which is probably why I felt so isolated. Here I've been much more proactive already. I don't mean to imply that all I care about is getting people to support me personally. Each of the "moves" I made yesterday involved taking action on things that I really believe in--one helping a colleague out with a small but important task, the other initiating a curriculum planning session. But I would be dishonest if I didn't say that I am constantly thinking of what I can do to improve my chances of getting a permanent position here.

Follow up on that disruptive student: I received an email last night in which the student thanked me for assigning the novel that they're reading for today's class. The student was really enjoying it. Not sure that quite makes up for all the poopy comments the student makes, but it does help a little.

På bærtur

På bærtur ("on a berry trip") is one of my favorite expressions in Norwegian. It is the rough equivalent of "barking up the wrong tree" in English. At any rate, I really was on a berry trip today, but only in our yard. We have about a half acre that used to be wooded. A lot of it is still "undeveloped" and much to my delight there are quite a few types of wild berries. We have wild strawberries, wild raspberries, a few wild blueberries, and two or three different types of wild cherries. None of them produce all that much, and the fruit is quite small, but it's still pretty darned cool to be able to graze like a denizen of the bronze age in one's own little territory.

Still slow going on the eyelet cardigan. I'm almost to the point were I can divide for the fronts and back. The bottom edge is driving me crazy because it flips up. I've never quite understood why some edges do that and some don't. I think it has something to do with the number of rows of whatever edging you're using (in this case garter stitch). This is such slow knitting that I have no plans to rip this out and re-do it, so it will just have to be that way. Very irritating!

I stained the piece of furniture that we used to have the tv on, and was thus able to free what will be my desk from the living room, where it had been serving as a temporary tv stand. The stained dresser looks okay, though I'm not totally excited about it (but it will certainly do for a good long while). This morning KE very sweetly moved the desk into my little work room, so I can finally get started on setting that up!

Not much going on here as yet. I'm still combing www.finn.no for used book cases with glass doors, but haven't found any yet. There's a lot of stuff that needs to be stored, but I'm really hoping to avoid going the IKEA-route yet again...

Putekrig

I write this on my laptop at our new kitchen table! It's so lovely to have one that fits the space we have to work with, finally. It took a long day of furniture shopping, a session combing www.finn.no, and a long drive to some guy's house to get it. We ended up with a very plain oiled oak table from IKEA, purchased used for half the price. It looks like this:
Like I said, very plain! We don't have new chairs yet, so at the moment we're just using some old mismatched ones that don't look all that great. We're kind of thinking about buying four of these, though we're not sure yet (that's light blue, not white):

In the meantime, KE was very kind and oiled and tinkered with the sewing machine until he got it to work flawlessly, so I was able to pick up the great outdoor pillow/cushion project again (without trauma, even!). I got three of the five slipcovers sewn and one of the two patchwork pillows sewn. Well, that's not entirely true--the machine seams are done and I need to whipstitch the openings on all of them. For right now, this gives a hint of what it will look like:

And here's a before shot of the cushions that KE bought a decade ago. The fabric is starting to rot and the foam is coming out. Time to cover them up, dontcha think?!


Still working on the Gathered Pullover. One sleeve done, the other half done. I have knit past the cable pattern and have divided the front and back at the armholes. I'm working on the back while I mull over how much higher I want to start the neck opening at the front.

A room of one's own, take 2

A while back I wrote about wanting to get my own little "roterom" set up. It still hasn't happened,* but while looking at Be*mused's quilting blog, I couldn't help notice that she too has that same aqua color on her walls that every one else seems to have in their crafting rooms. Be*mused's blog is really great. She is one of those impressively perfectionistic craftspeople who put the rest of us to shame. Her Flickr set of Latvian (and Latvian-inspired) mittens is to die for.

The other day I took my Mom to Ikea. We bought a storage unit for E's toys and a rug with roads that he can drive on. I also looked at bookcases with glass doors, since that's what I want for my "roterom," but couldn't make a decision. For one thing, they are too tall to fit in the back of the car.

The only thing that I've accomplished for the room is the typesetter tray. KE kindly pulled it out of the attic for me, I cleaned it up and filled it up with "all" my thread. Turns out I don't have very much at all, once it's on display instead of stuffed in a bag:

That looks okay, I guess, but look at the whole tray:

How the heck am I going to fill that all up? I was thinking of getting small clear glass (or plastic) jars (about the size of an old film container, I think maybe they're called specimen glasses?) for my buttons. I could sort them by color and the like, which appeals to my compulsive personality. Problem is I have no idea where to get them. So for now, the typesetter tray is hanging on the wall in the living room looking very lopsided. Not the aethetic experience I was hoping for.

* Why haven't I set up my craft room? Well, because even though our renters have moved out we still haven't taken over the whole house. We are having a heck of a time figuring out how to connect the two units. And even if we knew what we wanted to do, we can't get carpenters to come before August at the earliest. Plus, having my Mom visiting for the next three weeks means that we couldn't really do anything now anyway. We keep going back and forth between the two units, constantly forgetting things on the "wrong" side. Very frustrating. Realistically, it may not be until next summer that we can get the work done to turn the duplex into a single-family dwelling. Argh!!!

...ferdig!

And now, finally, I can say that I'm done with the cabled cardigan, "Georgie." I'm not happy about the end results. As predicted, it's a tad too short and too roomy, and the arms are way too long. But I do think it's at least wearable.

I'm thinking maybe over a summery dress it will be cute?

We're so relieved that our shipment of stuff arrived and we got it all inside the house. KE had a dreadful day renting a trailer and finding his way down to Oslo harbor to get the crate, which he then had to take apart. It took him something like four hours to get back home (including some scary driving), then we had a marathon session of moving boxes through the snow and into the house. In the end it was great to be reunited with our stuff. I'm actually glad we went through the horrible process of sorting for the move, because now everything we unpack is something we know we either need, love, or both. So far I've unpacked one box of fragile glass things and nothing in it was broken, so that bodes well for the rest.

A room of one's own

Lately I've been obsessing over the fact that I'm going to have my own room again, once our renters move out and we take over and renovate the whole house. As usual, I want the smallest room to make a little nest in.

Occasionally people on the blogs I frequent display their own work spaces, and I find them utterly absorbing. One that has stuck with me for quite a while now is the studio of Alicia Paulson from the blog Posy gets Cozy. I would never in a million years want the actual contents of the studio (not my style at all), but I love the overall effect of organized chaos. Interestingly, if you do a Flickr search for "craft room" a very high percentage of them have a similar aqua color on the walls.

I've got a little more space than Strikkelise has in her hobby room, and the walls are unpainted wood paneling. I'm also planning on finishing knitting a lace curtain that I started for the window back in 2004.

There have also been some fabulous work spaces on Apartment Therapy, but I can't seem to track down the ones that I like anymore, since it's been a while.

In my little room (which is currently E's bedroom) there will be just enough room for a desk (which we already have) and a shelving unit (which we don't). I definitely want glass doors on the shelving units so that I can display things (yarn, books, fabric) without a major dust problem.

ETA: Here's another aqua craft room. I love it that the owner photographed it in a very messy state! Now since I have wood paneling there's no way I'm going to paint the walls aqua--I just find it an interesting coincidence that so many craft rooms are nearly the same color.

E (again) TA: Hilde posted some great craft room ideas here (scroll down to the seventh [!] picture in the post in particular), one of which I'm definitely going to implement: She used a "settekasse" (typesetter's tray? can't remember what they're called in English) for spools of thread. KE has a settekasse in the attic that he's willing to let me confiscate, at least temporarily. I am really excited to try this because I haven't yet worked out a decent way to store spools of thread, and this may be the ticket. I currently just stuff them into an overfilled plastic bag that's stuffed into a overfilled basket.

Hjemmelengsel

I think E is homesick for Eugene, or at least our old house there. No surprise really, since it's more than twice as big as the unit we're living in right now, but still a bit sad. He's also complaining about one of the boys in preschool being mean, which makes me really sad. But of course with boys that age there's no way to know if E is being mean right back (or even starting it) without observing them. The Norwegian attitude toward preschool appears to be to let the kids play on their own (as wildly as they want) as much as possible. I know intellectually that is a a good thing, but I hate the idea of someone picking on E, or even worse him picking on someone else with no intervention.

Last night I took a few more snapshots of our living arrangements here. It was so outrageously messy that I couldn't resist documenting it. Part of the problem was that we bought a big lot of used furniture, much of which we didn't really need. So we're still trying to sort out what to do with everything. In the meantime, KE and I took the day off to shop for things like a vacuum cleaner, a refrigerator, rain gear for E, and other practical stuff. We work really well as a team for that kind of thing.

Here are some of the least ridiculously messy snapshots:

E's room--really it's not a closet, even though it looks like one. We're all still sleeping on foam mattresses. Fans of Scandinavian design will recognize the ubiquitous "Tripp trapp" chair produced by Stokke.

Our bedroom. This is where we're storing all th extra furniture...


The bathroom. E trusts Norwegian toilets so much more than US toilets. I think it's because there's less water in the bowl, so it's not as scary. I do really wish we had a shower enclosure or (better yet) a tub. Thankfully there is a great big tub in the other unit.

Living room. Not much to say here, other than that we also bought some more Brio train tracks yesterday, so E and I built this to celebrate:

Now I happen to think that's an incredibly cool train track! I discovered Brio when I babysat as a teenager, and swore that if I ever had a kid we would have tons of it. We're on our way!

Hybelen vår

I thought it might be fun to post some snapshots from the "hybel"--our rental unit, which we'll be living in until May. The main part of the house is rented out until then. Here is an evening picture from the main room, with the boys hard at work (although I admit it was me that sorted the legos according to color):

The round table is the only furniture that we actually purchased ourselves. Everything else is a freebie, and will probably stay in the hybel when we move into the main house. We hope to actually decorate that with things we choose ourselves. This room is a combined kitchen, living room, and dining room. We also have an entry, a bathroom (with washing machine and shower), and two very small bedrooms. I think it's about 60 square meters (roughly 600 sq. feet).

Here is a snapshot of the exterior of the hybel from two summers ago. It was taken with the camera on my laptop, so it is reversed:

Here's another (reversed) exterior shot, this time showing the side entrance to the hybel:

And here's a shot of the yard, showing one of the many birch trees on the property. This shot is looking from the house toward the street. It's a one-"mål" lot, which is to say about a half an acre:

Pretty nice, huh? KE designed the house himself and had it built in 1996 or 1997, I think. He inherited the lot from his father. There used to be an old cabin on it that he had to pull down. He had to clear the lot and did a huge amount of work on the yard by hand. We're excited to take over the whole property, and have lots of plans for small changes and improvements on the main house.

Døgnvilt

We're struggling with the time adjustment. It's hard to convince a four-year-old to try to sleep at night when he feels totally awake, and even harder to keep him awake during the day when he is sleepy. This is now day four, and it's almost seven in the evening and he's still very concentrated on his legos, so there's hope that all three of us might actually sleep through the night for the first time.

I've come down with a cold and have really low energy today. We all took it really easy, but still have got the apartment more or less in order. There's just a few boxes to dispose of, and a few suitcases to move from the closet to the attic, but really it came together astoundingly quickly. We're not really nesting, since we'll only be in this part of the house ("hybelen," our rental unit) until 1 May, but we do definitely want to be comfortable for the next few months. Now that everything is put away we're dreading that big crate of stuff that is going to arrive in eight weeks!

We're looking into buying a car (a used Volvo!), and otherwise trying to figure out our priorities and budget. We might go car shopping tomorrow if we all get a good night's sleep. And I still have to go register with the police in Oslo.

Knit wise, I'm working on a project I feel a little guilty about. My friend L in Eugene and I traded sweaters right before I left--she got one of my old two-color stranded Norwegian jackets, and she gave me her beautiful unfinished "Obi," which is a striped, very cropped kimono knitted in two colors of Jamieson's heathered yarn. It is lovely and her knitting is meticulous and beautiful. She gave it to me because she knew she was never going to wear it, and after pondering and trying it on as many ways as I could think to try, I came to the sad realization that it will never fit me either. It is just way too wide and boxy for both of us. After much gnashing of teeth, I decided that the yarn was just too lovely to let it languish, and set into ripping it out.

While ripping I searched Ravelry for a pattern that would work for the yarn, and came upon yet another free Drops pattern that I think is going to work perfectly. It's knitted from side to side and is another garter stitch project (believe it or not) with short row shaping. The yarn is DK weight, rather than the fingering weight of my Drops "rillejakke," and much less splitty, so I'm actually enjoying the garter stitch this time. Here's the image from the Drops catalog:

I feel bad for ripping out all of L's exquisite knitting, but I think the yarn is going to work so much better for this particular jacket and I do think she would want me to use the yarn for a garment that will get a lot of wear and love, which I definitely think will be the case with this one.

It has been fascinating (and oddly intimate) to rip out someone else's work. There are so many idiosyncrasies that appear only when you literally start to pick apart a piece of knitting. I always assume that everyone knits the same way, but of course there are dozens of ways (probably more) to deal with any given issue, and if you add together all the technical and design decisions that go into a single knitting project, the variations increase exponentially.

Hjemmefronten

Among the things that one doesn't think about at first when one decides to up stakes and move overseas is how much time and energy goes into the home that one is leaving. This past month has been filled with tending the home fires, both metaphorically and more literally. We've been doing taxes, visiting elderly relatives, looking at paint samples, and getting bids to have the exterior of our house painted. These tasks have a tendency to strengthen ties rather than make it easier to detach oneself.

I'm really excited to get the exterior painted, and have plans for some small repairs to the interior over the summer. And in the mail today the local neighborhood newsletter announced that a neighborhood-wide garage sale is being planned for July. I am thrilled, and already sent off an email to get involved. It will be a fantastic way to start paring down more of the material goods that are lurking all over the place in our house.

Spring has also arrived here in the Pacific Northwest, and our very large (and very uncouth) yard is starting to pull itself together and start looking pretty again. All those corners that look dismal in the gray, wet winter, are starting to come to life. I think every year when spring comes, KE perks up and starts to reconsider the plan to move back to Norway. Then the summer heat comes along and he starts longing for home again. I'm getting used to his cycles.

But all in all, April is feeling a little strange and unsettling. The nesting instinct is surprisingly strong.

Interiør

One of the odd twists in our plan to move to Norway is that we know exactly where we will be moving. When he crazily upped stakes and move to the US to be with me, KE wisely kept the duplex that he designed on a beautiful wooded lot on the Oslofjord. So, nearly all my fantasies and planning have been directed toward what that place is going to look like as not only "his house" but also "our home."

The unit we will live in will be tight for three people. The two bedrooms are miniscule. The open kitchen and living room are spacious, with cathedral ceilings and tons of natural light, but a little awkward (there's a chunk of a corner taken out where a dining area should be...). It is exceptionally hard not to get grand ideas for remodeling.

I wanted to be an architect as a teenager. I have dreamed my whole life of designing my own home (or even more of renovating a ramshackle old house with "great bones"), so it is hard to process the idea of moving into someone else's space (we only lived together there for 6 months before coming here, so it has yet to feel like "my" house too). Back then KE freaked out when I alphabetized his books, so I sometimes dread what will happen when I want to paint the walls. Yet at the same time he says he realizes it is important for me to make my mark and feel that it is my home too. Sometimes I feel oddly un-emancipated, like a mail order bride or something. And why I should become so obsessed with decorating when I'm all about saving money is a little troubling. I've wanted an aesthetically pleasing home for years, but have always been too transitional and too cheap to commit to really decorating, buying quality furniture, or even just nesting like normal people do. I guess I have been perching rather than nesting for my entire adult life.

So now I really am gearing up to nest. I want a home that is aesthetically pleasing, comfortable and inviting, super space-efficient, and ecologically responsible. Since I have decided to sell nearly everything here in the US, that means starting over with the basics. I've been combing the resale sites and researching products in Norway and have found a few things:

• I've just discovered Jensen mattresses while reading the raging debates over Hästens mattresses from Sweden on apartmenttherapy.com. Norwegian produced Jensen mattresses are apparently equally comfortable and chemical free, but for a more reasonable price than their Swedish counterparts.

• We've both decided that we really like the lovely natural sheepskins that are so common in Norway (often for babies to sleep on). The ancient breeds have amazingly colorful wool, and would be perfect on the backs of the leather chairs that my sister-in-law is keeping for us (I know that's a lot of dead animal, and probably gruesome for some, but I kind of dig the whole barbarian thing).

• And then, since the floors are tiled, we'll need rugs. I sort of thought I'd want "real" oriental carpets of some kind, but then I found Ledaal, a Norwegian company that makes beautifully simple rugs that are much more minimalist (and thus much more soothing to my addled brain), and now I'm thinking that's the way to go.
  

Oh, and did I mention that I want to paint the exterior of the house black?