{"id":2285,"date":"2024-11-22T22:03:40","date_gmt":"2024-11-22T21:03:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogg.atl.nu\/utbobloggen\/?p=2285"},"modified":"2024-11-23T07:18:04","modified_gmt":"2024-11-23T06:18:04","slug":"doden-tankte-jag-mig-sa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogg.atl.nu\/utbobloggen\/2024\/11\/22\/doden-tankte-jag-mig-sa\/","title":{"rendered":"D\u00f6den t\u00e4nkte jag mig s\u00e5"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rubriken \u00e4r en dikt av Bo Setterlind (1923-1991) som jag p\u00e5 f\u00f6rstubron till g\u00e5rden kom att t\u00e4nka p\u00e5.<\/p>\n

Dikten handlar fint om en gammal odalman som gick och sj\u00f6ng p\u00e5 \u00e5kerjorden med en fr\u00f6korg i sin hand och str\u00f6dde mellan orden f\u00f6r livets b\u00f6rjan och livets slut sin nya fr\u00f6sk\u00f6rd ut.<\/p>\n

Det \u00e4r en sorgsam, men s\u00e5 vacker dikt.<\/p>\n

(Sedan \u00e4r det inget som dagens universitetsstudenter verkar veta n\u00e5got om \u2013 de kan ju knappt l\u00e4sa en bok, s\u00e4gs det.).<\/a><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

S\u00e5 varf\u00f6r kom en utbo som jag att t\u00e4nka p\u00e5 den?<\/p>\n

Nja, det \u00e4r lite l\u00e5ngs\u00f6kt, men \u00e4nd\u00e5 efter en 12 timmars kamp med en mus!<\/p>\n

Jag har grymma problem med vildsvin, men inte med skadedjur i bostadshusen. (i k\u00e4llaren har jag n\u00e5gra s\u00e5dana h\u00e4r ultraljudsgrejer sittande i v\u00e4gguttagen som h\u00e5ller dem borta).<\/p>\n

Och s\u00e5 l\u00e4nge katten fanns var problemet mest att hon sl\u00e4pade in halvd\u00f6da m\u00f6ss i huset.<\/p>\n

Nu p\u00e5 g\u00e5rden \u2013 utan katt. Och i morse \u00f6ppnade jag ytterd\u00f6rren f\u00f6r att b\u00e4ra ut n\u00e5gra grejor till bilen. I samma \u00f6gonblick som jag \u00f6ppnade d\u00f6rren k\u00e4nde jag hur n\u00e5got for f\u00f6rbi mitt ben. Det bl\u00e5ste lite. T\u00e4nkte att det nog mest var ett l\u00f6v.<\/p>\n

Satte mig i ett digital-m\u00f6te med jobbet i det stora rum jag brukar kalla \u201dSalen\u201d.<\/p>\n

Efter n\u00e5gra minuter ser jag n\u00e5gra meter bortom sk\u00e4rmen en mus pinna runt p\u00e5 golvet, efterhand hoppar den upp i f\u00f6nstret, skuttar upp och ner i blomkrukorna.<\/p>\n

Allts\u00e5 inget l\u00f6v utan en den mus som sprintade in i huset p\u00e5 morgonen. (Ganska v\u00e4lv\u00e4xt, men nog \u00e4nd\u00e5 inte en r\u00e5tta).<\/p>\n

Lite jobbigt. Kan ju inte bryta m\u00f6tet med stadsborna och s\u00e4ga att \u201djag har en mus i rummet att ta hand om\u201d.<\/p>\n

S\u00e5 jag l\u00e4t den springa runt. N\u00e4r m\u00f6tet var slut var den f\u00f6rst\u00e5s borta.<\/p>\n

Letade och letade. Pl\u00f6tsligt s\u00e5g jag den st\u00e5 mitt p\u00e5 golvet i det rum jag kallar \u201dKontoret\u201d.<\/p>\n

Sm\u00e4llde genast igen d\u00f6rren. Inst\u00e4ngd! \u00c4nd\u00e5 bra att veta var den var och inte var som helst i huset.<\/p>\n

\u00c5kte och k\u00f6pte n\u00e5gra \u201dmusf\u00e4llor\u201d (aptera dem inte utan handskar om du inte sj\u00e4lv vill fastna med fingrarna!). Placerade ut dem.<\/p>\n

Gick efter n\u00e5gra timmar och kollade l\u00e4get. Musf\u00e4llorna tomma.<\/p>\n

Men vid ett element l\u00e5g musen d\u00f6d.<\/p>\n

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Kanske fick den en v\u00e4rmechock.<\/p>\n

Huset mus- (och ev r\u00e5ttfritt) igen!<\/p>\n

Det var d\u00e5 jag t\u00e4nkte p\u00e5 Bo Setterlinds dikt.<\/p>\n

Och nu har jag sl\u00e4ngt ut den p\u00e5 betet.<\/p>\n

Det var r\u00e4tt dumt av den att skutta in genom ytterd\u00f6rren i morse.<\/p>\n

Men utan j\u00e4mf\u00f6relser i \u00f6vrigt s\u00e5 var d\u00f6den nog inte som den t\u00e4nkte sig s\u00e5.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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