Visits, here and there

My mom came for a visit and it was, hands down, the best visit in years. It’s not that we don’t get along (although, sometimes we don’t), it’s that, because the visits are few and far between, she has always booked them for a week or longer. Even when we are like peas in a pod, 7 days, or more, is just too much. This time it was 5 days and no one got their feelings hurt.

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We had this years first heatwave. In fucking May, can you believe? I like summer, actually I love summer, but heatwaves can bite me. No one but Farla (of course, who else?) had any energy at the end of those hot days.

The weather is now a tolerable windy but sunny, perfect for spending time outside - that is until after midsummer when we will be hit with a swarm of horse-fucking-flies.

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I love Finland. It’s been my home for almost a decade. This house feels like HOME to me, more-so than any other house or apartment I’ve lived in. Some things are still iffy about Finland, though, if you ask me.

Just last week when we went to a small local grocery store, to do our midweek shopping, an elderly lady started talking to Farla, who started giggling and hid behind me. The old lady looked up at me, then at Fuhani and says “I used to talk to children all the time but now I have to check who they’re with before I do.”

Yeah, cause you never know about those dark-skinned people.. And I am not even that exotic looking! I can’t imagine what kind of crap darker people than me have to put up with from the (racist) hillbillies of Finland.

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Also last week, we went to the far-away-big-ass grocery store to stock up. It was the usual juggling of two children, carts and tons of bags. When we get back home I take Fante and head for the door (13 solid kilos worth of dead weight, FYI) and Fuhani is about to unload our groceries from the car AND THEY ARE NOT IN THE TRUNK!

Cue panic.

Fuhani says he is NOT going back, I say SILLY, of course you are! He thinks all is spoiled by now, I say SILLY, of course not!

Fuhani returns with our groceries plus a new regard for humanity. A securitas guard has seen us pull away from a cart full of groceries and puts the bags in cold storage. Fuhani tried to give him money (such is his gratitude!) but the guard refused - all part of the job, he says. Securitas FTW!