A day of celebration for most That is why I have made this post To convey all the wishes of best To the mothers where ever they may nest
Life can be a bit of a bitch But today, I hope you will pretty sit Showered with love and devotion At least sent a message with a notion: Of caring so much They wanted to be in touch At least on this special day But then again, it should be that everyday!
So here is my message for you all: Love your mother, mom, mum, what ever you may her call She won’t be around forever So try to make this day for her that much better!
“Another new year in the calendars starts today, a clean slate of sorts” Gun Roswell
A New Year with new resolutions?
Promises were made, just to be broken A New Years resolution was just another token Words without meaning in haste spoken Was I really dreaming or just hoping?
Why then go through this bit? Just because everyone else did So now, trying myself to rid Of this oh so very guilty trip?
It’s only the first day of the year So why do I have this guttural fear Of not being able to complete the deal I made with myself trying towards better to steer?
Maybe, just maybe give some slack And try to good intentions most of this stack As I am looking towards the future, take a few steps back Do what I can, and the rest, well only my best to do, then relax
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Charles Dickens
A Christmas Tale of sorts or as it goes: Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please?
The year was 1845. I was about ten years of age and working as a stable girl. Our family lived and worked in Lord Hamilton’s manor house. It was Christmas time and as a gift for the servants, the Lord arranged a feast for the staff and their families.
Mommy had the children dressed in their Sunday best. My two brothers were complaining about the stiffness of the shirts. Starch was itchy and could cause rash, especially if one scratched the itch. I had my favourite dress on and my younger sister was a bit jealous of the red and green colouring. She was wearing a plain blue coloured hand me down.
After all the fuzz and hassle with the wardrobe, the whole family was finally set to go to the main house and start with the Christmas dinner. Us servants would be dining in the large kitchen. Several long tables were brought in with extra seats as well. This wasn’t a large household. With around fifteen servants and their families, well not all had children and spouses, all in all around sixty people in total crammed around the tables. The two cooks had had their hands full with the preparations and naturally every one that could had chipped in.
But now it was time for celebration. Everyone was finally sitting down and getting quiet. After grace the noise level rose again. Food containers were passed around and everyone was filling their respective plates. After all, it wasn’t often we got to eat in this manner and variety.
After a while, everyone had cleared their plates and it was time for dessert. My favourite was the Figgy Pudding. If possible I opted for seconds. As I got my plate of the delicious substance before me, I licked my lips and dug into it with gusto. It did not take too long for the food to disappear from my plate.
My mom looked at me with a smirk. I looked back at her and passing my bowl I asked: “Is there any Figgy Puddin’ left?”
I was smiling widely, feeling exhilarated, when the bowl was passed back to me with an other helping.
When the final bits were eaten, it was time for the traditional sing along. The farmhand brought out his accordion and after the first few tunes, we all joined in. The evening was spent singing, chatting and finally picking up the tables. We all went back to our dwellings, thanking the Lord for the special meal.
I tried to learn the Finnish language, which is really, really, really hard, and I realized that if I want to really learn it, I just need to figure out the swear words first, because those, are totally effective” Gun Roswell
Our Land (national anthem)
Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland Echo Loudly Golden Word No Valley No Hill No Water Shore More Dear Than This Northern Homeland This Precious Land Of Our Fathers No Valley No Hill No Water Shore More Dear Than This Northern Homeland This Precious Land Of Our Fathers One Day From Your Bud You Will Bloom From Our Love Shall Rise Your Hope Glorious Joy And Once Your Song Fatherland Higher Still Will Ring From Our Love Shall Rise Your Hope Glorious Joy And Once Your Song Fatherland Higher Still Will Ring
“The age might have a number, sometimes bigger other times humbler, but what matters really is how you feel inside, even if you thing you are still a child” Gun Roswell
Turning sixty ain’t such a biggy (or is it)?
Another year and another number, only this time, it’s getting stronger and larger and well, yes, the years do pile on don’t they? As only yesterday or a few days ago you were six and now suddenly, you can add another zero to the mix and that means six-oh which translates to sixty. But hey, half or third way there, depending on how you look at the future. And if you end up becoming a robot, then well, who knows, maybe even six hundred and sixty!
Oh, the point of this little ditty? Yes, well, as it turns out, that on this fine day of sixteenth of July, my dear partner in crime and life for that matter, actually has a birthday! And so, sixty it will be today. Can’t believe you got there faster than I did, but hey, turning a new birth year guess really is no competition after all 😉 So, this is why I am writing this, guess you can call it rhyme as I really cannot carry a tune or write a song.
So, before I go on for far too long, and I promise not to even try to sing that tune of that song. Only here to wish you the happiest of all, stay strong and hey, when the one hundred comes along, then we’ll take it to the top of the tallest mountain we can find and do that blasted bungee dive. After all, even older or let’s say it politely, more mature people need to have goals!
“A couple of years ago, I was asked, ‘How would you like to be remembered?’ And my answer was ‘That I was very funny.’” Sir Patrick Stewart
Happy Birthday Sir Patrick Stewart!
Totally, a fellow charming Maybe even somehow warming When you make us unintentionally laugh And sometimes, even cry But, with a voice like that Sir Pat, in that funky hat! Maybe a tad, canny as a cat Who could ever resist Of being rewarded with a kiss By a great as fellow You’re such a helluva An actor, a Captainand yes, a King And totally able to sing!
Wishing you a merry, happy and totally great Birthday And as the cliche goes, if I may
“Well, it’s another year and another birthday, but is still feel like the shabby nineteen year old person I once was“ Gun Roswell
Another year, another birthday, I guess
The writer of this ditty, found a photo of herself when she was an itty-bitty kiddy. Just a toddler seated in her moms lap, a proud parent I guess at that back then in the something somethings when life was so much simpler, at least if the smiles on the faces are any kind of inkling. So guess back then, I really had the world on a string. And adding to that the eagerness to dance and sing or at least perform in some fashion, from a few years on, all that looking back, seemed like a good deal to be inside of and some of the memories are just great, while others, well, those one can always fake, right!?
So, a few decades has now passed, since that selfie of sorts from the past and like the image it self, can last for a long, long time, despite being old and wrinkled, but not I! And yeah, guess I have to admit, that taking to account everything and all I am feeling fine, despite whatever thoughts of darkness might land on my own mind every now and again but hey, that is just time spent too much with myself. And certainly nothing to do with age as that is a simple number on the cake. But yeah, as sometimes in my slumber, bad thoughts occur, but hey, that is fine, as I am fine and most of those surround me are just fine so, putting on a smile for today at least and then a little later on, I will most certainly off of my b-day cake feast.
So whatever ranting this little ditty might be, I will keep on having my birthdays for, well, hopefully eternity. The next goal is set as a hundred and fifty. Yeah I know that sounds so, well science fiction-y. But as I have always planned on living forever, guess that is not such a impossible goal now or even ever.
“It’s summer people, time to go and get out there in the open wide nature and even as far as the waterfront” Gun Roswell
Down by the Laituri (pier in English)
The time of the year, when you head for the pier and simply enjoy the cool breeze, without a worry to the bone freeze. How is this even possible you might ask. Well, it’s really quite simple, because you know what time it is right? It’s summer after a long haul of winter! So, don’t be a total bummer. Rather enjoy this very special time of the year, and do head for that nearest pier. And then let the warm summer wind loll you to a lazy sleep as you take a nap in the great outdoors. And that is simply because you can, as the weather is quite warm. Without any worries of sleeping until the next dawn, as now it is always light outside even during the night. So, without any kind of fright, be like that summer’s light and be on all the time, at least until fall, when it’s too cold, to sleep outside. And you really should trust me on this one as I would not tell a lie. It’s all so much fun so do it before the summer is done and done.