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inannajones' grandmother's house. If this woman was Irish, I'm fairly convinced the neighbours would whisper things about her; any eighty-year-old woman who's that fit and energetic evidently has something supernatural going on. She's well able to deal with a boisterous six-month-old dog, chop wood - indeed, I've seen her chop down a tree - and generally act like a fit forty-year old. And her cooking is something else.
We didn't do a whole lot while we were there - walked, played with Remu (inannajones' goddaughter's dog, who's staying there for a while), and slept for twelve hours straight, something neither of us has done in quite a while. I took a lot of pictures, many of them of things only I will find interesting. There are so many old tools, bits of furniture, and odds and ends knocking around the outhouses of that place; it's a photographer's paradise. And that's before I mention the flowers, forest, insects, and of course Remu his doggy self.
We slept in one of the outbuildings, in a room that was used byinannajones aunts and uncle as a summetime bedroom when they were younger, and which now usually serves as a store. It was cleared out two years ago, when we had the Finnish wedding ceremony, and we're using it anyime we're here in summer. It's a gorgeous room; wooden walled, ceiling'd and floored, with a huge tapestry on one wall over the bed, and white wallhangins on the other (it's in a corner). There are bunches of birch twigs, leaves and all, drying on a string. The only external light is from the door (and a tiny window in it), so when it's closed, it's pretty dark. It's actually pitch black at night, which is the first time I've been in absolute darkness in a long long time. It's very cool. We have a picture of it, which I'll upload someplace soon.
Remu is a cheerful, slightly crazy mutt of some six months. He looks like a yellow-gold alsatian, albeit a smidgen smaller (still shoulder height on a dobermann, mind). He's very keen on playing with people, although I was wishing at several points he had another favourtite toy than the slightly spongy ball he likes. This is mainly because, just before dropping it on you so you can throw it for him again, he chews it a few times. This is fine at first, but as an hour or so progresses, the ball starts to emit squidgy sounds. At the point where you have to give up in sheer disgust, it goes squelchsquelchsquelchsplat. We played with sticks instead after that, and a game of tag, pretty much.
One thing I'm still stunned by here is the quantity of fruit that grows wild, free for the picking. There was a bucket of blueberries on the counter yesterday evening, which I calculated would cost about €400 if you bought them in Ireland.
I've a few insect bites now, but not many, and they're not bad, apart from one humdinger on my ankle, apparently from a horsefly. It's stopped stinging now, after the application of a cream.
inannajones' grandmother's house. If this woman was Irish, I'm fairly convinced the neighbours would whisper things about her; any eighty-year-old woman who's that fit and energetic evidently has something supernatural going on. She's well able to deal with a boisterous six-month-old dog, chop wood - indeed, I've seen her chop down a tree - and generally act like a fit forty-year old. And her cooking is something else. We didn't do a whole lot while we were there - walked, played with Remu (
inannajones' goddaughter's dog, who's staying there for a while), and slept for twelve hours straight, something neither of us has done in quite a while. I took a lot of pictures, many of them of things only I will find interesting. There are so many old tools, bits of furniture, and odds and ends knocking around the outhouses of that place; it's a photographer's paradise. And that's before I mention the flowers, forest, insects, and of course Remu his doggy self. We slept in one of the outbuildings, in a room that was used by
inannajones aunts and uncle as a summetime bedroom when they were younger, and which now usually serves as a store. It was cleared out two years ago, when we had the Finnish wedding ceremony, and we're using it anyime we're here in summer. It's a gorgeous room; wooden walled, ceiling'd and floored, with a huge tapestry on one wall over the bed, and white wallhangins on the other (it's in a corner). There are bunches of birch twigs, leaves and all, drying on a string. The only external light is from the door (and a tiny window in it), so when it's closed, it's pretty dark. It's actually pitch black at night, which is the first time I've been in absolute darkness in a long long time. It's very cool. We have a picture of it, which I'll upload someplace soon.Remu is a cheerful, slightly crazy mutt of some six months. He looks like a yellow-gold alsatian, albeit a smidgen smaller (still shoulder height on a dobermann, mind). He's very keen on playing with people, although I was wishing at several points he had another favourtite toy than the slightly spongy ball he likes. This is mainly because, just before dropping it on you so you can throw it for him again, he chews it a few times. This is fine at first, but as an hour or so progresses, the ball starts to emit squidgy sounds. At the point where you have to give up in sheer disgust, it goes squelchsquelchsquelchsplat. We played with sticks instead after that, and a game of tag, pretty much.
One thing I'm still stunned by here is the quantity of fruit that grows wild, free for the picking. There was a bucket of blueberries on the counter yesterday evening, which I calculated would cost about €400 if you bought them in Ireland.
I've a few insect bites now, but not many, and they're not bad, apart from one humdinger on my ankle, apparently from a horsefly. It's stopped stinging now, after the application of a cream.
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(Except for the squidgy ball... heh. :) )
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Grandmother....
But give her a hug for me, will you?