Holy cow, I wrote a book!
The nice thing about the schwa sound is that you don't have to spell it.
Many thanks to C-J Berg for fixing my Swedish spelling errors. I probably introduced
some new ones here, though.
But why Swedish?
Well, it wasn't Swedish initially. Many years ago, I saw an ad in the local newspaper
that read, "Free Norwegian lessons, Tuesday nights at Xyz Church, Ballard." (Ballard is
the Scandinavian neighborhood in Seattle.) I read it and though Norwegian lessons
would be a fun, borderline goofy, thing to do. Especially since I figured most of
the other people in the class were there because their parents forced them. When the
Olympics were held a few years later in Lillehammer I was again inspired to learn
Norwegian, because the sound of the language appealed to me.
But it never really got past the "Gosh that would be fun" phase, until this year.
A friend of mine moved to Sweden, so I figured, "Well, if I'm going to learn a Scandinavian
language, Swedish seems the better choice now. And besides, it means I get to talk
to the people who work at IKEA in their native language!" (Nevermind that the people
who work at the Seattle IKEA probably don't speak Swedish anyway.)