My Northern Home

Ay! I can see an adventure a head of us! My dear old friends visited me last week. Or like they kindly said, "we came to see ruska and reindeers, you just happen to live here". Yes, I love you guys too. I decided to arrange us little ruska adventure. Some where they would maybe not end up by themselves as tourists. So we wondered to Rykimäkuru. Translated as the Valley for fucking. Which was topical place to go, as the rykimä season has started. (Rykimä is the mating season for the reindeers)  The colors of the forest were amazing.  The forest is full of little wonders. Frizzy old trees and oddly shaped rocks.  On a field trip to forest, with your childhood friends, the forest can come your play ground once again. Can't remember laughing this much in a long time! At Rykimäkuru hut we decided to take a brake and eat some sandwiches. And not a minute too late. As we sit in the open hut by the f

A few weeks ago we were standing on top of Pittiövaara hill. Watching thunderstorm passing by. It was majestic feeling. I have watched many thunderstorms passing by or coming towards from the ground or a lake shore. But never have I been high up. So close to the storm. Yet aside. The other thing passing by me is time. I promised to myself I would write this blog every week. Some great American blogger said, that it doesn't matter how often you write, if your readers can count that every time they visit your blog there is something interesting and new. Well fuck me. I have lost about three weeks from my life again. And  I can't even tell where. I have been, again, in some kind of work-home-work autopilot coma. I realized this the day before yesterday when I woke up by the morning coffee. And I started to wonder why this is happening. Answer? Living up to the other peoples expectations. Giving your time to other people.