I am mighty. I slept until noon today. Noon. Without blinking an eye, one might say. I opened eyes at 11.58, stood up, stretched my back and went to kitchen to make coffee. I think I deserve some prize for this ability. Could it be talent of some sort? I mean, it must be. I made coffee, stared out of the window, thinking whether I should now get all my stuff into car and drive as fast as possible to my cottage and open the cafe that I promised to myself…. right. No. I do not well when I hurry. I started to pack my stuff, set all to corridor to make sure I don’t forget anything. Then washed 2 loads of laundry, set them to dry. And then it was already three o’clock when I slowly dragged everything out to my car and, as always, logistically properly placed everything into the car. I already had boot partly full as on Thursday I took my lawn mower robot to “clinic” as it was just doing stupid things. So they got it fixed, apparently discovered corrosion on the charging bits. So the boot was half full. I added some hanging baskets for flowers, empty can of petrol (for the usual lawn mower), some clothes, some books, some food for myself and box with macroons. Benziiiiiiiiiin, nice smell guaranteed if you spill some in the petrolstation. Suits well with Rammstein. Nur ein bischen Kerosin 🙂

Heading to cottage always means going through shops. Either taking the food for the stray cats, dirt for garden, tools, foodstuffs for cafe. Anything. So this time I needed some flowers for the hanging baskets and the gardentables of the cafe. I don’t keep fresh cut flowers in the vases, I keep living flowerpots on the tables. Small pots with tiny flowers. Or, sometimes I have lucious herbs in pots, like basil, or even those tiny tomatoes so kids can pick and eat. 

Continuing my rant at cottage. Fought whole eve and most of today, Sunday, with the lawn. It is already evening and I have to leave soon. But not all lawn done. And needless to say I did not open the cafe today. I am pissed of on it, on me that is. But that what happens when you are doing everything alone. The rooms are almost ok, but I forgot to buy eggs yesterday so I did not have all the ingredience to make quiches for the cafe. So another major fail. In a way fighting with this damn lawn is actually punishing myself. Like tf you can’t even get the lawn right. What sort of a owner or manager or chef are you. Useless. So I failed to open on 1st May and 1st June. I have lost already ONE MONTH of income. I mean, who does that to himself of herself? Total twat, I say, that’s who. 

Taking a break now in sauna (the building itself, not steamroom as there is no steamroom yet) and writing this. By the door there is some sort of old huge tree that the birds have made nest IN to. I mean woodpecker or someone had made some hole into and there are every year some birds there. I have no clue what they are but they sound like annoying baby toy, rattling like sound. You know those bangers like things. Then there is larks singing, warblers waving with their tails, and a lot of swallows. Swallows are our national birds. Lovely little creatures, keeping us free from mosquitoes. Weather is strange, again. Hot as hell but out of the blue heavy rains and hailstorms. I made a few Tiktoks about it and turns out we have huge country 🙂 as just mere 50 kilometres from me nobody had seen rain nor storm in weeks! That’s the thing with weather here, unpredictable. And now crops are suffering as it’s heatwave, at the same moment you lose tomatoes because hail destroyed most of your plants. Go figure. I am not an expert in any of it so I just shrug and go buy new plants from the market. I hate that the hail destroyed half of my tomatoes that I have been petting since February. FEBRUARY!!! So just suck it up and try to remember for the next year to NOT BOTHER with growing your own plants from seed. Just don’t. It’s not worth having your bedroom looking like jungle for four months. And so I do for about ten years now. Every year promising I shall not bother. I must suffer from memory loss, you might think. No, there is no suffering. I kinda like it. Gives me something to complain about 🙂

Now the sauna house is built on stakes, on to the water. Which means, in theory, that you can jump into the lake straight from the steamroom. Once there is steamroom. It also means I have some crazy ducks flying in for a stroll in my lake. I have seen every year this chick duck (?) having a whole lot of tiny chicks, ducklings, are they called? But never have I seen male duck. Only female, and always has some 7, 9 or up to 12 ducklings every year. Must have nest somewhere here because the tiny ones sure can’t fly. The very tiny ones. Now they have grown to almost proper duck size and they fly. Today at night they came and one of them landed into my saunawall. Suppose the duck is ok as I have not seen anyone left behind or struggling. The bang was colossal, It woke me up and I thought someone wants to get in. 

The cottage is in the middle of real nature, though in a small village, it is the last house before endless forests and fields. I have seen foxes, deers, and I have heard wolves. Not to mention the beavers and otters that creep out of the lake every now and then. So it’s a bit of a miracle that the ducks survive every year. Ah, and the storks. They stroll around diminishing my frog collection. 

Will run out to do the last bit of lawn now. After which I head home as tomorrow is Monday and I have been booked for a job for 8 days or so…. depending on how fast they work. It’s a drag because again, it’s hot and nasty. So complaining never ends. Be it winter and too fucking cold or summer, too fucking hot! 🙂

Tuuduluu,

stay cool and hot,