Over 100 people, travelers, had to spend the night at Tromsø Airport during the night to Friday. It was Ingunn, i.e. this extreme weather, that hit and many flights were cancelled. When I heard that NRK interviewed a lady at the airport on Friday morning, I almost thought she was being rude. That she was being ironic about it all.
The issue was that Avinor, which runs the airport in the Paris of the Nordics, had to provide some field beds and woolen blankets, so that the people who had to be at the airport had a place to get some sleep. I think it was said that all the hotels in town were full.
But instead of complaining about facilities, about information, about catering and pretty much about everything you could think of, this lady bragged uninhibitedly about the accommodation.
They had first been on the plane for six hours before they had to enter the terminal. And the lady that NRK spoke to could not praise the airport’s crew enough.
– We’ve had a fantastic time, she said.
Despite the fact that she had to spend the night in a completely different place than planned. And on Friday morning, air traffic was up and running again.
The reason it surprised me is that we have become a nation of disgruntled whiners, I think. Sytpeisa, as they had probably said in Tromsø.
Not always and all the time. But sometimes you almost get the impression that no matter what the weather is doing, what different viruses are spreading, or almost any topic, we are overly critical of how our authorities try to solve this.
When I walked in to work on Friday morning, I was struck by how smooth it was. And where well scattered it was too.
Freezing rain had fallen during the night and I heard on the news that at Moheim at E18 and elsewhere there were crazy conditions.
But I could stroll away on what looked like fairly freshly strewn pavements.
Presumably someone had worked all night to make this happen.
I also have both understanding and respect for the fact that you have to speak up if a bad job is being done in one area or another.
But you world so often a good job is actually done too.
I think it’s brilliant that people are reporting, as several people did yesterday morning, about particularly smooth sections.
It is important information, call it public information, which can mean quite a lot in a hectic morning hour.
But all is not wrong. Not everything is objectionable.
In the autumn I had some heart problems.
That is, it has been some time. The heart simply won’t beat in time. It skips a bit, or something like that.
At the hospital, they have restarted the old pump a couple of times in the past year and in September they had to do it again. I was told that there is an operation that could reduce the risk of the heart jumping out of rhythm, but there was a waiting time of up to two years for that operation.
Well, I said, sign me up anyway, then I’ll be in the queue anyway.
A couple of weeks later, I was told that I was scheduled for admission and surgery in December. They called and followed up and told me that if, at short notice, I could turn up at Ahus Gardermoen, then it happened that they had free time before this as well.
And instead of two years, it took barely two months of waiting.
Three days at Ahus and the heart is beating as it should again.
Whether it is a pedagogical exercise that they suggest two years, when in practice it took no more than two months, I do not know. I do not think so.
I think the doctor who said two years meant that was the time it took. But in any case, I was very pleased to have the procedure done so quickly.
And then we’re back to the title.
We must be careful, in this country, which has one of the world’s best developed welfare states, that we allow dissatisfaction, unreasonable expectations, complaining and whining, to overshadow all the good things.
Grandmother and grandfather were minimum pensioners.
They were born in 1904 and 1908. Grandfather was 62 years old when Folketrygden was introduced in 1967. It must have been a big day for the couple, who had been born in poverty and who lived with very limited material standards. And expectation.
Grandma had mostly worked at home. With five kids, sheep and chickens in the “løo” and plenty to take care of, she didn’t have lazy days. Grandfather was a ditch digger in the municipality in the last decades of his working life. Hard work for someone who worked almost until he was 70.
But when retirement came, I think they thanked their creator every single day for how well they were doing.
And they said to me, just about every time we were together:
– We have never had it as good as now.
Even with an extremely modest pension. Of which they also took quite a lot and sent money to missionaries in Africa, Greenland, South America, Japan and God knows where. And also to Russia and “Help the Jews home”.
They could not fully praise a system which, of course, in the 1970s and 80s was far worse, far less developed, than it is now, in 2024.
This suggests to me that our expectations have risen much steeper than it is possible to meet.
I don’t mean that you shouldn’t speak up when something is wrong. When the road is not strewn, or the information at the airport is poor.
But in one of the world’s very best countries, it cannot be that everything, or almost everything, is wrong. Is objectionable. Is miserable.
For the most part is basically very good, I think. Even the litter on the pavement one early morning in what Porsgrunnsveien becomes – precisely yes – Grogata.