I am keeping my promise to write weekly even if I fell ill suddenly. Ofcourse on Friday evening. As always. You know just in case it’s serious then you have to go to emergency room not your regular doc. It’s a no brainer – important health things always start on weekend or at night of the workweek. To keep it on edge, your life that is, to keep you living on the edge. As apparently your life is way too boring otherwise. So enjoy the sudden forced vacation. Make the best of this. Read a good book that you have put off for, again, year or two, you lazy arse!

I could only sleep sitting up. How annoying is that!?! The moment I leaned too much someone (I swear it’s someone!!!) started to tickle my throat and I coughed so hard I could feel my brains and eyes and lungs coming out. Every bit of my upper body wanted to leave me and was actively showing it. I could not breathe in with this violent coughing so once I got it someway under control I was totally exhausted and pretty close to fainting. I was sitting straight up, face wet, tissuepapers everywhere as I tried to not “spray” my mucus and batsillus all over my bedroom, I was shaking from this attack thinking damn, this is not how I am going down! Coughing uncontrollably was never my choice for death. I am more like laughing to death, that’s what I have booked. 

Made another round of mushroom sauce from the “coma” mushrooms growing in my backyard. Lovely! Just incredible! The only minus with these is one can not drink alcohol when eating exactly these particular mushrooms. I read it in several languages and I refrained from testing the possible outcomes myself. To be honest it was a struggle because I love one beer for my dinner (unless I make fish, then I’ll have wine), usually even AS a dinner. The last is especially valid if I run late as I don’t like to eat after 6 or 7 in the evening. That is valid for cold seasons. In summer I can eat when it’s light outside, so up to midnight if I have company. When alone I still have just beer or wine as dinner. Yes, bubbly too every now and then. Nothing beats good cava, prosecco or sparkling rose!

I was chilling in the backyard one day, reading about orcs invasion to Finland in 1700s. Nice day, out on a sunbed, naked, taking last drops of the sunshine we have before roughly six months of darkness coming our way to enjoy…. Depressing piece, but truth as our own stories of these swamp-people invading our country, I recognised many a scenes in this book. Reading my book when suddenly I felt someone watching me and immediately felt someone snifing my elbow. For a moment I thought someone is pranking me but I have perfect hearing (I can hear you charging your phone, yes, I am not normal, we have established that many moons ago) and I did not hear any footsteps on gras. Thousands of thoughts in a millisecond in my head, I don’t even turn my head yet and from the corner of my right eye I see it’s animal. Big one, not cat. Sudden heatburst goes instantly throughout my body, instantly sweating because I obviously don’t know the “guest”. Next second I turn and I see very lovely, clean and healthy young fox! He or she came to have lunch, eating away the catfood that I put out for the homeless cats in my neighbourhood. I have seen the evidence in my field because they do not cover their shite, so in my mind I sort of knew it’s a fox before I saw him or her. Do we use “it” for animals we don’t know the sex of? It was a very lovely lucious thing, strong, certainly well-fed :). My neighbours caught it on camera while it was eating away the pears in their garden. I bet it eats leftover pizzas too as it’s been proven half of people do not eat the edges of pizzas where is no topping. I can bet those edges don’t go to bin at neighbours pizzaplace or, if they go, it serves like buffet table for the fox as it’s an open air pizzeria. And I knew there is fox coming to my place because I know shit. Literally. I saw some ten piles of shit of fox before I saw the fox. There are particular looks for each animals shit. For your future reference, as you might need it, foxes’ shit is full of berry seeds, berries themselves, and it’s pretty dark brown and you can see some hair in it that is probably from mice or rats or bigger meals like rabbits. I am pretty good in shit 🙂 being a wild cat myself as I spent most of my days in forests and seasides since I was five years old. So foxy fox was right next to me and as it looked very healthy with its shiny coat and clean unsuspecting face I was not much worried, you know, of rabies or anything. I have seen rabies too, not a nice site! So for a moment we stared at eachother, then it decided to be scared, jumped with all fours and magically turned 180 degrees while airborne and took off. Well, maybe next time we will get acquainted then. 

So reading away I tried once more but then sun gave up on us and I had to get dressed. The weather is so confusing now I call it PMS weather – it’s nasty and can’t decide what to do. Sudden turn of the weather meant I had to do something useful in the house or in the garden. I chose planting hydrangeas. Yes, I am good like that. Excellent gardener, excellent designer. I made good progress in the garden that day. With me the problem is if I have choice, I choose doing fuckall. I always choose doing fuckall in summer or in good weather because it’s sacred here. We go months without seeing sun, barely any daylight at all, it’s just constant fog or gray or just zero to enjoy. Soon will be snow but that’s fun just for awhile, until you have to dig your car out of the metre high snowdrift. Or, even worse, some idiot crashes into you on the icy road. The heating bill does not contribute to happyness either. And Finland has been voted the happiest country on earth for six years in the row…. go figure. I wonder if they are aware that they are happy. I doubt it big time. 

In addition to planting the hydrangeas I started to clean up the garden for winter. Dragged the tomatoes out to compost, washed the pots they were in. Then cleared the lavender flowerbeds off weed, mainly nettle, now it looks like there is a proper lady living in the house, not witch. Tho I have black cats there that i feed :). And I am redhead and a tad crazy so I fit the bill perfectly 🙂

In spring I will open part of my cottage for accomodation. Rustic, even primitive, in the middle of nature, basic stuff for people loving simple things. So now prepping for it already. Will be some investments, some building, some cleaning, some designing. Over the winter I will prepare all the textiles I need, I sew part of them from scratch. Then I will have to prepare the online site for bookings, etc. Photomaterials, videos, some I already have. It will all take time as I am not professional and I still have two jobs that I do every now and then :). 24 hours seems too short for a day. So I set achiveable goals to not get pissed off on myself….

Off to take a walk with mr Sandman now,

stay warm and cool

XOXOX