There are two types of people. Those who save everything for a rainy day and those who throw away anything they haven't needed in the past 10 minutes or so. And then there are those who don't know which group they belong to and end up saving totally useless stuff for sentimental reasons and thowing away useful things just because they didn't need them in the past 10 minutes. Or 5 years. Or something.

Me and my husband are of those kind. Those who can have a whole lot of junk in our storage room, just because, and then when we need something we know we (or either one of us) once posessed, it can be found nowhere. Of course, both of us have gone through multiple house movings and divorce and all that during the past years, so I guess it's sort of evitable that things end up missing even when they're not deliberately thrown away. Or maybe the “ex” got it. It's kinda easy to pin it on them, you know.

No, I'm really not pro hoarding. Even we have way too much stuff even now. Mostly just useful stuff, though. And no, I'm not pro saving all of your holey socks just because one day your spouse may have a busted ankle and need a spare sock to mutilate for usage under the ankle brace. But it did help to find old pairless socks in the drawers, though, so I didn't need to be screwing up perfectly good and usable ones.

As the story goes, all winter long my husband was wearing a pair of socks per day, and ending up throwing away the other sock (or both) when they wore out and got holes in them. It's not like he wore out a pair of socks in a single day, but his sock storage seems to have reached a point of “old”. “That's what you get for buying 20 pairs of socks all at the same time, they all wear out at the same time too”, retorted my husband, when I was rolling my eyes.

Now, though, when I busted my ankle and need to be wearing a plastic icky ankle support that makes my leg sweat like h*ll, and needed a nice thin absorbing bamboo sock to use between my leg and the brace, do you think that there was one single holey sock left in the drawer? Nope, you guessed it. Not even one.

But, since we are the kind of people who save random stuff for random reasons, I happened to have a bunch of pairless socks that are too short to be used under the brace, but work fine on top of it, for that is actually needed too to keep the brace snugly in place. As irony has it, the one I picked out is damned near holey in the heel 😉 Oh, why does it have to be pairless? Because I cut the toe-part off approximately from the middle of the foot; I mean, it IS summer! I'm so NOT wearing socks, no sir!

And my husband happened to have a drawer full of socks he no longer likes to use and he found me an old pairless army dress sock (shh, don't tell anybody!) that I cut similarily half of the foot part away, and use it underneath of the brace. It's thin and long enough too. This whole system is like a boot on my leg, tight, snug, ok to wear. Except when sitting in the sun. It's hot. And makes an awkward boot stripe in my leg tan.

The sun actually has come out again, and yesterday and today have finally been more or less summery warm days. I've been relaxing out on the patio in my deck chair, just like one should on summer vacation. And I'm NOT wearing my ankle boot there. Which means that when I plant myself in the chair, I'm not getting up for quite some time. I'd need a maid 😉

Saturday was sunny. I headed out to town for an extended family gathering with my sister, cousins, uncle and godmother. I was a bit early walking toward the restaurant, desperately craving for a cappucino, but had chosen a route without a single proper (on non- for that matter) coffee shop. I detected a souvenirs & coffee sign by a door next to the Helsinki Cathedral and decided to go in for a look, in hopes of some decent coffee.

Oh, they sold coffee all right. In a pump thermos. I dismissed the thought and settled on a peachy sparkling water instead, for I was a bit thirsty to, I noticed. In principal, I don't buy bottled still water in Finland; for a country with nearly endless supplies of drinkable water the bottled water is ridiculously expensive. I mean, you can get cheaper bottled water nearly anywhere in the world, including probably Sahara.

Holding my peachy Novelle, having sated my thirst, I stepped out the long stairway of the Cathedral. It was full of people sitting on the steps, hanging out, wating for the Pride action to begin. I stood there, leaning on a railing, watching people gather up to Senaatintori, the music getting louder, a dance group start their show on the steps, all that, until it was time to cross the Senaatintori to the restaurant on the other side.

We had a nice Saturday brunch, although I must say I was exhausted and it showed. I even got my cappucino for dessert 😉 After the brunch I went is search of a new notebook to make do for a new diary. I have been filling diary after diary since I was ten years old. Number 17 is down to its last leaf, so I needed a new one. Found a nice one in a bookstore, peeked inside a clothes store, and took the bus home.

By the time I was back home my ankle was badly swollen again. It's been fine walking with it, the ankle not hurting much at all, but any time I strain it more, walking too much, it swells up nastily. So I spent the rest of the Saturday mostly off of my feet, right foot propped up one way or the other. Except for our dinner out on the patio. It was one of the rare sunny mellow evenings, so we were sitting out until the evening chill hit us.

The chill rolled in, together with the rain clouds. Again. Sunday dawned as gray as can be. Rainy all day long. Early afternoon we put Meggie in the car crate and piled into the car (well, only the three of us, for oldest and youngest are with their dad, so we're having a one kid only -week) and drove to my sister's, for her daughter's two year birthday party. Meggie was so nicely and calmly there, in a strange place with a bunch of kids. Making mommy proud 😉

Rainy Sunday turned into a rainy night. We went to bed quite early – have I mentioned lately how exhausted I am all the time nowadays? I set my alarm for 7:45 even though it was my first real day of summer vacation. We had an appointment at 9:30 with my daughter's doctor. You know, how you never seem to get morning appointment when you need them bacause of work, and then when you're on vacation it's the only option?

Anyhow, I went to sleep so early that even that would've given me a long enough night sleep. But as it happened, I woke up at 6:22 to the dog trembling against my leg. I thought she might've been having a nightmare like she sometimes has, and pulled her up against me to calm her down. But she just kept shaking. And then when I lifted her a little bit to move her to the other side, she gave a yelp. Or a shriek.

She woudn't stop trembling at all, and became very stiff, like she was hurting if she moved even one muscle. She didn't want to go for a walk, nor walk down the steps. She was being lethargic all morning long. We were getting quite anxious, and when the vet finally opened up and answered their phone, I made an appointment to have Meggie checked up.

So, daughter's doctor in the morning, Meggie's doctor in the afternoon. Meggie actually seemed to miraculously heal right before going to the vet 😀 We went to take her for a short walk before getting into the car, and suddenly she had her usual pep in her step again. The vet checked her all over and could find nothing wrong with her anymore. There didn't seem to be any pain anywhere anymore. A relief! But what a scare she gave us!

When we got home, she asked to go for a walk, again, and so I took her for a little bit longer walk around the fields. She was doing fine, I didn't detect any strangeness whatsoever again, and I was feeling good, relieved. And then I fell. I stepped on a pebble or a small rock or something on a dirt path some 300 meters from home. It was my turn to yelp and shriek. I hunched down in pain, wondering if I could walk home.

Carefully I got up and put some weight on my foot, trying to limp along. But it hurt too much, so I just limped to a rock nearby, sat down and called my husband to come pick us up. I seriously could not walk. He was there for us in a couple minutes and ordered me to make a doctor's appointment for myself, in turn. That I did, and got an appoinment for tonight. Soon to be leaving.

My life. It could be a bit easier, you know, I wouldn't complain at all. But I don't really have any other choices than to live the one I've got. Hardships come and they go, and lately I've been in the middle of a damned hurricane sending cows and trees and whatnot flying my way, rain and lighting and storm winds. I would sure hope it would pass soon, preferably without leaving a total disaster zone behind.

[P.S. No bones broken, but ligaments yes, and they gave me an ankle support telling me to use it for two weeks “or else…”]

Our summer, if you can even call it summer, has so far been one of the coldest in our weather history. After one of the warmest winters ever, the temperature difference is a mere few degrees. For the most part of the winter our temperature was somewhere between +5 and +10 Cescius, and now it is varying between +10 and +16 C. Our tomatoes are toast. So is probably most of the other stuff in our garden too. Hel has frozen over, once again.

Still, we have reached the peak of the year, the longest day of the year here. Our day between sunrise and sunset is 19 hours, which gives us roughly a couple hours of almost full darkness. Up north, the sun doesn’t go down at all all summer long. Midsummer is still hardly midsummer, really. In Finnish we call mid-July midsummer, but then again, our Juhannus, the festival of the longest day of the year, is Midsummer in English. Go figure.

Our summerplace is about 65km from Helsinki where we live, so not more than a 45min. drive. It is a cabin, but it is also my grandma’s summer home. Basically this means, that we cannot just go there and spend time whenever we want; we go there for visits once or twice every summer. Due to the coldness of this summer, and a couple of other factors, the cabin had not yet been put into summer condition after everything had been put away for the winter, so we could not stay for the night. My grandma (yes, she is old already, 89, but she’s a supergranny 😉 ) had moved there only the day before.

So, yesterday morning, we packed some warm clothes and ourselves in the car and set off to spend the Midsummer Eve at the cabin. Our dog was traveling in her travel cage for the first time and crying and whining most of the way. But it was worth it, for her too, for she got to be free for most of the day, running and hopping and bouncing and digging all day long in the surroundings of the cabin. No leash needed, only a bit of looking after, so that she didn’t dart off too deep into the forest.

We spent the day grilling, fishing (well, two of the girls did, anyway), running with the dog, rowing the boat, idling inside when it rained, eating well, climbing on the roof of the cabin, pulling the flag up at six (traditionally) and all that stuff. My husband took the oldest daughter for her first car driving on the private dirt road leading to the cabin. I walked around taking a million photos. My dad cut down some young birches for the traditional birch trees next to all doors and the “saunavihdat”, those birch branches we slap each other with in the sauna. Nope, it’s not S&M for the forest people, it actually feels excellent!

I was doing fine with my sprained ankle, as long as I walked along slowly. But when I went to dip in the +15C (on the surface) lake from sauna, I had a true note to self moment: “do NOT attempt swimming with a sprained ankle”. I didn’t really even swim (or try to), I was holding on to the steps with one hand, my other foot on a step deep under the water, trying to just get myself wet, and leave my winter coat in the lake, as we say in Finnish. Really, looking at the weather forecast for the next ten days, I probably should’ve just kept the coat. Daily highs of +11 to +15C at best don’t really make you laugh in June.

By the time everyone was done with sauna (contrary to the common belief, all Finns do not go to sauna together; we e.g. did it like we usually do it: first went my dad, then me and my husband, then my grandma with one girl, then when grandma came out, the rest of the girls joined the one) the sun was already hugging the horizon, getting ready to dip below for those few hours. My dad had prepared the place we call “Kokkokallio” (because that’s where we have the “kokko”, the bonfire always) for the big bonfire. So we all joined him there.

In the day time, the wind had been quite nasty, which is actually not uncommon for Midsummer Eve at all, but as always, it had calmed down quite a bit by the time of the bonifre. Clouds had parted a bit, making the horizon look like it was in flames too. We sat there enjoying the evening, holding the tired dog, grilling some sausages in the bonfire, eating some karjalanpiirakat (Carelian pies) and having a glass of wine until it was time for us to pack our stuff and head back home.

It was a wonderful day, despite the coolness of the weather and occasional rain. It’s not the weather that makes the day, it’s the family and spending time together, everyone being in a good mood. And the place. I love our summerplace 🙂 I used to spend all my summers there as a kid. It’s full of pleasant, dear memories. And old stuff 😀 My dad is a hamster, never throwing anything away, and what better place to store it all than the summerplace?

Bottom right corner cabin is the smaller of the two that we have at the summerplace; the pic taken while sitting on the roof of the bigger one 😉