cimorene: A cream and white cat curled up and sleeping contentedly (snookums)
We are in a flurry of knitting here (frequently locked in two separate rooms with two separate groups of cats). I've knitted half the torso of my black tweed Aran grandpa cardigan and Wax has been excitedly knitting an extremely soft sweater for me with a batch of blue-faced Leicester that I had to buy because it was on sale, and we'd never tried it before. Blue-faced Leicester really IS all that! It's really soft and un-scratchy, and springy and cushy, so you can see where the comparison with merino comes from, but it's a little more wooly and substantial than merino.

Anyway, Wax had knitted ten inches or so of that, but we recently asked her niece who turned 18 and has finished growing to tell us what kind of sweater she'd like, because we want to make the sweaters of their dreams for all the niblings once they've stopped growing. (None of the others are quite fully grown yet; the triplets are next, but they're still sixteen so there's a few years to go.) Anyway, she gave very nebulous instructions but after thinking about it a bit Wax decided she wanted to try knitting with a strand of fingering-weight merino and a strand of lace-weight mohair silk held together, which is a pretty common/trendy combination one sees on Ravelry but not one we had attempted ourselves. So we bought enough of those for a long cardigan, plus a set of buttons and a new long circular needle and Wax cast on immediately, leaving my half-knitted sweater forlorn and alone on the table. (I said, "Surely you're going to finish my sweater first?" and she said "Surely? How many sweaters do YOU have?" and it's true that she's finished three sweaters for me in the last six months.) Possibly this cardigan could be finished to give the niece on her 19th birthday in May.

This black Aran cardigan is almost entirely covered in cables and there are crosses to work every other row, and the last sweater I finished before it also was cabled (although over far less of the fabric), and basically I'm really sick of cables at this point and am definitely going to do lace, colorwork, and guernsey (knit-purl texture patterns) for a while after this to recover. But I want to wear this sweater too badly to set it aside.
cimorene: Illustration from The Cat in the Hat Comes Back showing a pink-frosted layer cake on a plate being cut into with a fork (dessert)
Thursday Wax baked another boiled chocolate cake (this time with a dash of amaretto and coffee) with a coffee buttercream frosting.



This cake IS really good - as stated before, a boiled chocolate cake is incredibly smooth, rich, and moist without being underbaked or dense. The frosting recipe, though - Wax already modified it to reduce the sugar AND to reduce the overall amount (even though the recipe was supposed to be for an 8" layer cake, which is what she made), and the frosting is still both so strong and so overwhelmingly sugary that I can barely choke down a 1/16th of a cake sliver at a time. The sugar is a bit like being punched in the roof of the mouth by sugar every time it melts on your tongue even in spite of the strong coffee flavor. So rather than each of us eating a 1/8th slice once or twice per day, we've eaten only 1/8th between us two days in a row.

We went to the store today and bought soft pretzels from the Lidl bakery and I was thinking and...

[personal profile] cimorene: We need to have guests over — otherwise it'll take us a full 8 days to eat this cake.
[personal profile] waxjism: Yeah... it's just so rich with all the frosting.
[personal profile] cimorene: We need an army of teenagers. Actually, your brother has one...
[[personal profile] cimorene whips out her phone, opens the all-generations family chat, and texts "Hey, Wax baked a chocolate mocha layer cake if anybody wants some."]
BOTH PHONES: *pling*
Wax's brother in Seinäjoki: Unfortunately, I can't come right now.
Wax's brother in Turku: Will there still be cake tomorrow?

So Wax's brother has permission to bring idk his bff, bff's elementary school kid, and two random strangers from other countries that nobody has ever mentioned to us before tomorrow for some cake. (We counted the pieces to make sure, but there is even enough for him to bring a piece home for Wax's 18-year-old goddaughter.)

Meanwhile, I am hoping the cake will be finished tomorrow so that [personal profile] waxjism can make another cake already. I've ordered this Iittala Kastehelmi cake stand (L), because I am unsatisfied with the quality of my cake photographs so far.


(This doesn't QUITE match our dessert plates (center) - from Wax's granny -, which are the iconic Ultima Thule (R) by Finnish midcentury design legend Tapio Wirkkala, but it's as close to matching as possible.)
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (kandinsky)
Wax's cousin once removed is about two, and like every other small child who has been to our house, he's enchanted with the cats and bunnies. As usual:


  • Snookums was cautious at first, but is a super chill cat, so he quickly allowed himself to be touched, petted, hugged, his tail held (not pulled), and he has been followed around a fair bit. I had to protect his eyes from possible poking because the kid is learning the words "eye" and "ear" in Swedish and was pointing enthusiastically. Every now and then he shrieks piercingly with delight/laughter and Snookums runs away and hides, but he comes back.


  • Tristana has spent almost the entire time upstairs, hiding, and part of that time she was under our bed just to make sure, after Wax's favorite aunt's husband walked up to her and petted her. She was alarmed by his deep voice, even though he was gentle and courteous and correct by cat introduction standards. The toddler has only caught sight of her a few times and she quickly ran back upstairs every time, but when he was absent or asleep everyone else has been able to see her slinking around cautiously a bit.


  • I held Japp in my lap and let the toddler pet him (also protecting the eyes) for a while, and later while I was grooming Rowan (actually checking Rowan for bites because he and Japp had a fight) the child got to pet him too (again, protecting the eyes with my hands). Apart from this, the bunnies have both hidden the entire time - usually visible as poofs of floof. They've endured a lot of pointing and yelling up close though, because the cages aren't really large enough for them to get more than a meter away from someone who is next to the front of the cage. They have emerged from behind the curtains in their cubbies though, and let loose so far as to eat their treats and salads and even to go to work (nibbling on cardboard boxes, I mean). They both took some opportunities to binky/run around when the child was napping or absent though, so they have got to stretch their legs. Although Wax's aunt and uncle are old and the uncle stayed up later than us last night and then he and the aunt were both already up at 8:30 when I went to let Japp out of his cage, so he didn't even get to enjoy his solitary morning binks because they were stationed in the armchairs with newspapers. Not paying any attention to Japp, obviously, but that didn't make a difference; their mere presence was enough to prevent him from playing. He just snuck over to the plant table, under which there's a couple of bathmats and some cardboard box bunny forts with doors cut out of them. (He's not bold enough to be there when the child is around, because there's no fencing between it and the rest of the room.)


Wax's younger brother and 13-year-old goddaughter who has become a pastel goth and apparently isn't speaking out loud right now (the other goddaughter is 18, you may remember) were in town for Wax's paternal grandmother's family reunion, which took place on the family farm where her grandmother and her 13 siblings grew up. There were 142 attendees even though it was pouring rain most of the time and we were stuck in a bunch of tents on the lawn. Because of pandemic concerns, this was the first in three years, so Wax's mom and one other (one of her grandmother's brothers) died in the interim, but 18 children were born. The youngest attendee was 2 weeks old, apparently. After the reunion, BIL & goddaughter(13) and the aunt/cousin family hung out at our house all evening, and the 13-yo goddaughter spent at least an hour or two patiently standing upstairs petting Tristana, which is the only way to bond with Tristana right now since she won't come downstairs, and probably represents a big and exciting breakthrough for a girl who, in her own time, followed Snookums around slavishly and stared mournfully through the bunny cages. (They went back to Turku to sleep though, unlike the cousin and aunt's family.)

I think they're leaving tomorrow? They're going to visit some other parts of Finland. I've become somewhat peopled out already, but none of the other adults on site apparently can be trusted to intervene if the bunnies need to be protected unless I lock them both in and cover their cages with dropcloths first.

The child was excited to draw with me though, and that was really cute. I have a box of 240-something Crayola crayons that my mom sent me some years ago pursuant to my complaints that there was no equivalent product here. (Wax crayons exist but are rare and tend to come in boxes of max 6-8 colors. Preschools' standard coloring materials are cheap colored pencils, which, as you know if you know art supplies, are crap - the colors are too pale and a bit gray, the leads break easily, and they're thinner than the ideal shape for little toddlers to hold and learn to manipulate, plus you have to apply a great deal more force to get good color intensity, comparatively (compared to crayons or to expensive colored pencils with softer leads). And even when you press hard, the colors you get aren't as good because cheap colored pencils use less and cheaper pigments.) Crayola stuff isn't marketed here at all and there are no imitators, and I saw some portraits and caricatures in crayon a few years ago that made me really want some to play with, and here we are. I DO draw with them occasionally, but not that often, so almost every crayon still had most of its original point - none had ever been sharpened.

The toddler was shy at first, but when I handed him a crayon and participated by drawing with them myself he quickly got enthusiastic and we made friends. He then discovered that he was perhaps even more interested in dumping out the interior sub-boxes to leave the crayons all lying in a big heap in the bin and then putting them back in the boxes only to dump them out again. (I put them away and then got them out again three times yesterday, but I didn't mind that. It was nice to draw with a kid.) He's at the multi-colored scribbles which he will point to and tell you what they represent stage. He's talking a lot, too, in both Vietnamese and Swedish (albeit not always understandably), in two-word sentences - subject-verb or verb-object, at least in Swedish, which is standard at his age for monolingual children.
cimorene: Black and white image of a woman in a long pale gown and flower crown with loose dark hair, silhouetted against a black background (goth)
Wax ordered some roses. They're quite small still and don't look like this, but these are the illustrations from Viherpeukalot. We currently have one big white midsummer rosebush (a kind of tea rose apparently?) on one corner of the house and a pink rosebush beside the stoop which belonged to MIL and seemed to be sick last year. We haven't found out what was wrong with it, or done anything about it yet, but we talked about the yard and Wax said she would like more roses and I was like let's do that then!



So she ordered, L-R, a red climber (Rosa Flammentanz), a Persian Yellow rosebush (Rosa foetida 'Persian Yellow'), and a pink wild rosebush (Rosa majalis 'Tornedal'). They arrived late last Friday at the bus station but it was closed all weekend and we forgot to pick them up Monday, so they were sitting there in cardboard boxes for quite a while, but when we opened them yesterday afternoon they were fine. (Not dried out.) However, they're still sitting in their pots now because we have failed to buy potting soil. Wax wants a gigantic bag and we doubt our ability to carry this up the hill, plus Wax is having cramps which makes her doubt it even more. It's only one block of hill though (and another block over), so I think we can just take our wheelbarrow to the store with us. We have decided we cannot, after all, do without the car, but it isn't ready yet; it still has to have parts replaced, not to mention new tires.

Also on the subj. of the garden, I chatted with my family about it and I guess what we need is probably a weed whacker, or whatever its real name is, to remove excess long grasses that would otherwise tangle up our precious baby the electric lawnmower. We have not set up the boxes yet, because a. lack of potting soil but also b. the vegetable seedlings (zucchini, cucumber, pea) have not appeared on the shelves yet.

On the subj. of niece's 18th birthday, we went to the local jewelry and clock store that fixed our vintage formica kitchen clock and lucked out. The way we lucked out is this: it's the season for graduation gifts, so because dominant Finnish jewelry brand Kalevala Koru is a traditional graduation present, the traditional small cross and heart pendants were already absent (graduation is next week), but because the store is a local shop he had a selection of more unusual stuff that they've discontinued and we bought her this cool modernist Inger pendant, designed by Inger Lindholm for Kultateollisuus Viljanen in 1969 and reissued by Kalevala Koru (which later bought the company) in recent years.



(R: Tristana on the stoop this week. For symmetry.)
cimorene: Spock with his hands on his hips, looking extremely put out (frowny face)
Wax's eldest niece turned 18 and today was her birthday party. Wax is her godmother but I am not, because she was baptized before I moved to the country, but also because you have to be a member of the Finnish Lutheran church to be a godparent (Wax isn't anymore, but she is also a godmother to her younger brother's eldest - she let the membership lapse after that, when the church leadership failed to take a stance against homophobia and a bunch of people withdrew their membership in protest).

Typically I have taken over choosing presents for niblings because it's less painful than trying to coach Wax through it. We've been giving the teenagers money recently (and so have most of their extended family) because that's what they want. But 18 is the milestone birthday to adulthood kind of, but it isn't the moving away from home one, that's 19, so we can't just give her dishes or silverware or whatever, yet I was thinking... she's probably graduated to the age when we should pick presents out for her again?

So I asked Wax what she wanted to do, reminding her that if she preferred she could still decide to just give her money, and Wax forgot about it. I mean, we both did, kind of. But I'm leaning towards just giving books by default, even though the last time we gave her a book she said she didn't have much time for reading anymore. Plus I think she was like 13 then, so she's probably outgrown that.

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I went to get my photo taken last week so now I CAN order a passport and a new ID card, but annoyingly they both cost money. Normally that might not be all that annoying, only we were planning to take Snookums to the vet (like, technically last month/this month, but definitely before the end of June) and I think we've decided we can't actually do without the car because we lack the qualities that let other people borrow vehicles, cadge rides, hire people, and order taxis (that is, the willpower to talk to people and/or use the phone. We just want to huddle at home all the time! You can't take a taxi without talking to someone and that's just an unfortunate fact - they're bound to perceive you even if you could get away with a mumble and some eloquent gestures).
cimorene: A shaggy little long-haired bunny looking curiously up into the camera (curious)
We saw our eldest niece's confirmation in the cathedral today at lunchtime. I've never seen a service in this cathedral even though I've visited it a bunch of times. In fact, I still haven't seen a service, because we sat in a row where the pulpit - which is a sort of tiny balcony attached to a short spiral staircase in our, as many other cathedrals - and its pillar were between us and the altar at the front of the church. In fact, all we could really see was a lifesize stone statue of a dude who looked like Shakespeare in the right front side altar thingy (apparently it is Åke Tott, 1598-1640).

This ... pastor? (Is pastor really what they call them in English? That's such a humble word for a religion that's still using gold-leafed pulpits and giant iron crucifices that parade down the aisle on the end of a 10-foot pole? Anyway)... had the distinction of being the most unintentionally amusing priest of any faith I've ever heard, with the exception of the Wiccan-influenced pagan wedding of a family friend (officiated by a UU minister, though) at which I was the West anchor in a magic circle around a bonfire when I was 15. This child, who told us she was baptized in 1989 so she can't be older than 31 (okay, she's a young adult, but anyone who's young enough for me to have babysat as a teen gets a mental 'child!' tag), was just so enthusiastic about the apparently marvelous fellowship offered to her by the Finnish Lutheran Church. It was a palpable enthusiasm and joy, reminiscent of the host of a children's tv program. And it also kept the sermon, or what there was of it, from being boring, which is more than any of the pastors at Finnish weddings and funerals I've been at have managed to do.

But in a historic landmark as beautiful as our cathedral, which is considered the most valuable and important historical building in the country according to my googling about Åke Tott just now, I could easily sit through a much longer sermon without paying any attention because it's so beautiful, even with many of the original frescoes still hidden under their Reformation-era plaster. And as always, the tragically empty alcoves meant to contain shrines and reliquaries look... tragic, but also really funny. Some of them are just empty, which is funny enough, but even more hilariously, there's one the size of like, a queen bed at chest or shoulder height, and somebody has put a comically small vase of flowers in one side of it along with a very plain white marble cross the size of a small movie poster, and these somehow only serve to emphasize its emptiness and make it look rather embarrassed.

Our niece had a confirmation party after that, in the back of a bar which I didn't realize is owned by our neighbors and distant relatives (SIL's first cousin and Wax's fourth cousin) who moved to Pargas at the same time we did (like we didn't know they owned any businesses at all, let alone a themed bar on the market square). And the party was like... almost everybody was dressed up and our niece was wearing a red glittery homecoming dress and four-inch heels? This was like fully some bat mitzvah, quinceañera shit. They had it catered with so much sushi that it didn't all get eaten even though there were also two layer cakes and a table full of pastries! Her bro's award-winning band played and I continue to be astonished at how talented they are for 11-year-olds. "My people don't have anything like this!" I said in wonder, but really it's just because my mom dropped out of Catholicism (Catholics are confirmed earlier but they do have parties, just not like, quinceñeresque ones) and my great-grandmother dropped out of Judaism. More relevantly perhaps, my peers and my parents' peers didn't have anything like that, because there were almost no jews in Alabama and there was no comparable coming-of-age big deal tradition in any of the protestant strains my friends and acquaintances belonged to. I did go to a giant backyard 16th birthday party with a dj once, but it wasn't that formal.

She's so big! She's nearly as tall as us! She's a competitive dancer! And I never got around to sitting down and trying to become closer to her and ran out of time! It's not that bad, I mean, we babysat plenty when they were younger and I used to bring art supplies so we could draw together, but most of that was over ten years ago and it does seem like now they're teeny-sized they change so fast that one can't keep up, and I haven't got to know her as well as I wanted to. I mean, it will probably be easier now that she's approaching adulthood, I guess it's not tragic, but I am experiencing some self-recrimination about having missed opportunities to have kept up.

Wax is one of her godmothers (she was baptized before I moved to Finland), so I made sure to pick out a necklace for a confirmation present, because that's a godparent task. (Wax never picks out the presents.) I think usually it's a cross for obvious reasons, but it would just be weird from two bitter atheist disestablishmentarians. I agonized for about a week before finding a nice small phoenix pendant, which she should like because she's a Harry Potter superfan. And she has like three other (six other?) godparents so she's bound to have a cross in there somewhere if she wants one.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
Our oldest niece has just turned 14, and she's definitely a real teenager now, although, thank goodness, not in the door-slamming and foot-stomping way people usually seem to mean by that.

No, since Wax made the happy discovery that all four local niblings are old enough to appreciate nerd movies and independently ambulatory enough to decide for themselves to attend them in their free time, she's added the habit of checking when appropriate if any of them want to come to the new ones with us, and today the new 14-year-old came on her own to meet us at the theater and see Ant-Man and the Wasp.

She's always been a pretty mature and grown-up child, even before she became the responsible big sister to the triplets at 3, but she has that unmistakable air of Coolness now. (Also the drawstring gym bag.) She brought her own popcorn to the movie and raised her eyebrows at [personal profile] waxjism's poor planning in only buying candy when we arrived, which meant we had to stand in line, and she nearly forgot to say goodbye to us before leaving to walk home after the movie because she was texting (but this was after we'd already talked about what we thought of it on the way out).

Also she's nearly [personal profile] waxjism's height already.

In fact, she really isn't lillgammal (tiny and humorously mature-acting for her years) anymore, because there's nothing incongruous in her overall presentation: she's now serious and responsible entirely without being unusually so for her age and size, and it's just cute and amazing to us because we're still stuck marveling at how quickly time has flown by and how clearly we remember when she was a hysterically hangry toddler crying while being spoon-fed cereal because she couldn't decide what she wanted to eat.

Anyway, we're both looking forward to many more movie outings with her and her siblings in the future.

Edit: Also she's basically the same age as my life in Finland; she was born the day after I flew back to the US after coming here to take the entrance exams for Åbo Akademi, six months before I moved here with my suitcases and my residence permit application. Needless to say, I feel like I've been here forever but like it was just yesterday that she was a toddler drawing blob-and-stick portraits with me when I brought my sketchbook over.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (flirty)
"I thought that now the kids are pretty grown up, we could have a movie night together and pick a nice animated film... but when we got there they all wanted to watch the same thing: Monster High. Not one of them wanted anything else." - sister-in-law

Dear Mom & Dad,

I'm sorry that for all of 1988 the only video I ever wanted to rent was Barbie & the Rockers.

Love,
Cim
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (i'm an ancient! i love chiffon!)
Here's the slightly more detailed babble about the design & execution of the Mage Carmela portrait I made for her birthday.


Carmela the Mage, 25 May 2013, mixed media on paper, A3

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cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (why is the beverage gone)
Tomorrow I'm going to start that work practice at the public after school program, 10-17, M-F, for the two months until school's out.

I specifically requested this, with the main motivation that I find older, school-aged children a little more interesting and a little easier to relate to than preschoolers. There's no question they're scarier for me too, since my Finnish fails to be up to the task of communication more often, and many of them still aren't really old enough to understand why I "talk funny" or don't understand something.

(As I found at preschool, some six-year-olds in an average small group are sophisticated enough to explain usefully for me, e.g. with synonyms and simpler vocabulary! But most children this age cannot conceptualize a lower level of language mastery in that way as separate from just not knowing. If I ask what's a snail, they say "But everybody knows snails: it's an ANIMAL!", not "You know, it's this big and slimy and lives in the garden, but it doesn't have a hard shell on its back", which is more or less how the language teacher tackles it.)

Anyway, school kids should be harder to follow - their conversations faster and more complex - but I'm hoping also better at explaining themselves to me, so maybe the language immersion will be more helpful than the one at the daycare was. That one was actually very useful to me! But a lot of the time went by without practicing much if any new vocabulary, at least with the children themselves, because your average 3-year-old is just not that vocal. (If I'd spent all that time with the niecephews at age 3, or any of the kids in my family, it would have been a different story: all those stories about Perrin were from when he was 3... .)

Speaking of the niecephews, my girl and [personal profile] waxjism's goddaughter/eldest niece Big C who is now 8 goes to Swedish after school, which is run out of the adjoining classroom to the Finnish one, and according to Brother in Law #1 is super excited for me to arrive. It's kind of the cutest thing ever. (I was chuffed to find out she still thinks I'm cool because she's old enough now to act very possessed and calm in person, no more of that OMG HI!!! :D that we got from the niecephews when they were wee.)

The last point is that the after school is located in a breathtakingly gorgeous nouveau building downtown, less than a block from the art museum, and possessed of an enormous marble staircase with wrought iron rails. Can't wait to take some photos there.
cimorene: Woman in a tunic and cape, with long dark braids flying in the wind, pointing ahead as a green dragon flies overhead (thattaway)
This is a post about the planning of the fantasy portraits I painted of the triplets for Christmas for my mom and anyone else who might be interested (she's the only sure bet, as it were.)

These are the pictures (embiggenable via clickthrough):



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cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (sweatdrop)
I've felt like I was doing well lately in my general life goal of trying to practice smalltalk (because ultimate goal of learning how to smalltalk so it won't be like torture anymore) and act less like an awkward penguin in social situations. Class gives me a lot of opportunity to practice, and at least even when I'm a little overstimulated I can force myself to speak to my classmates.

But we went to a wedding this weekend and I suppose I was feeling a little more anxious and overstimulated and introverted than usual. And the acoustics in the reception hall were kind of bad, so that when it was crowded - ie during dinner - you couldn't really hear very well, it just made this noise soup that felt like it was pressing down on you from above, and you had to lean in and kind of raise your voice and try really hard to hear anything. And then after Wax and I got into a conversation with the dudes across the table from us finally, and were into telling stories and stuff, the happy couple were like, "We want you to play Getting to Know You with EVEN MORE STRANGERS so we've swapped the seating chart up for dessert, suckers! :D :D" and we got stuck next to completely new people.

And look, I know that the earnest, extroverted, well-meaning athletic optimistic psychologists of the world mean well - and I even like these particular psychologists personally a very great deal - but seriously, that was just not on. I had just reached my 'don't fill past here with social stimulation' line anyway, and the girls that were next to us this time were like both high school aged teenagers and not nerdy at all. (Actually there were like no nerds there, in spite of the groom's great nerdiness, which was kind of a drag. Nerd weddings are the best because it's like an sf convention and you never have any trouble talking to anybody there. Whereas mundanes always want to talk about world travel and people's line of work and like the economy and sailing and other eat pray love bullshit.)

So then they played a tiny few foxtrot-type songs for the old people (it's a Finnish thing) and then this mediocre cover band with the amps turned up too loud proceeded to do a few hours of utter crap covers of total JC Penney- basic rock songs. Like, this wedding was so Svenska Talande Bättrefolk that there WASN'T EVEN ANY METAL AT ALL, not even Iron Maiden. It was straight up like "Twist and Shout" and "I Love Rock'n'Roll" and "I Can't Get No Satisfaction".

Basically musicwise an event has been a complete failure if twice in a night you have occasion to say "Britney Spears did a better cover of this", capisce?

So. We're in recovery still and today were awakened by the phone going "One of the triplets might have a broken leg, so three bbs are on their way to your place to be watched thanks!" so we got up and took out the trash in a gigantic rush. Then we situated the three bbs on the couch and put on Batman: The Animated Series, which is the best way to soothe their savage hearts. They're gone now. And Little C's leg wasn't broken, just badly sprained or something.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (sulk)
I have had a busy month. Our monthly motto mantra on our Adam Lambert calendar is "This is the opposite of what I wanted", and that has turned out to be sadly accurate.

  • Wax's computer broke at the very beginning of the month and she limped along with a backup machine using a motherboard that spontaneously shut down every time it overheated for 2 weeks+ before her shiny new laptop (Jean-Luc is dead; long live Sir Patrick!) arrived.


  • My Chris Evans & RDJ Movie Party on the 11th was... not a failure, since we had fun, but we ran into an unexpected snag with being unable to play DVDs, thanks (indirectly) to the above circumstance.


  • Perry was tested for Cushing's, a chronic hormonal imbalance common to older dogs, at the beginning of the month. He started his medication the second week, stopped eating his food in the third week and had to be given an anti-emetic, and then turned out to be responding favorably to the meds after all (as of about a week ago). However, he's still turning his nose up at dry food thanks to the diet of tasty canned stuff I had to use to tempt him to eat when he was nauseated. But overall, the dog news is excellent. My parents are paying for his medication too, which is good since it is around €70 a month, but we are still failing to recover from several hundred bucks' worth of vet visits and blood tests that the parents didn't cover.


  • Our 4 niecephews were over for tea 1.5 wks ago and I showed them Batman: The Animated Series and all of them loved it, but especially Loke, who was instantly converted into a tiny 4-year-old starry-eyed Batfan. He said "BATMAN IS THE BEST" approximately 15 times before they left (with my box set).


  • We had a nice Lillajul (cookie-baking and miniature tree-decorating) party last Saturday with the brother-in-law and luckily, because the bank was holding onto our credit card payment at the time, idk BIL's bff Thomas loaned us his car Sunday so that we were able to celebrate a belated Thanksgiving feast with [personal profile] pierydys in Rauma. It was magically delicious! I ate so much turkey pot pie and stuff that I was literally unable to eat dessert.


  • This morning my mother-in-law woke us up asking if we wanted to go to Ikea, which boy did I ever, being in semi-desperate need of several things including recycling bins, poster frames, spice jars, storage boxes, and divided storage trays. But when we got there, she rushed us through the downstairs section so fast that I didn't manage to get a single object on my list. (She bought us other stuff: a cat basket, a wire tree frame that Wax wanted for her climbing plants, a colander. But why couldn't we rush through the parts of the store that DIDN'T contain all the stuff I needed?!) Then we stopped for coffee with Wax's bro and she bragged at length about how delightfully efficient the trip was while I sat there half-comatose after a couple of hours of sleep thinking "So I got out of bed for this."


  • Next weekend I'm having another party to make up for the lack of DVD-watching at the last one and this time [personal profile] pierydys will be there and she will make me a pecan pie for my birthday (albeit a week early but PECAN PIE! I haven't had that in years! :D) and we will watch Wonderboys and have a bit of a feast; and plus I will get to introduce some of my friends to each other, and I love doing that.


  • There was a big standee display of Lindt Lindor truffles next to the checkout at the S-market under Wiklund yesterday. We're talking like it was my height and the top foot included a giant, life-size photo of a twinkly-eyed, handsome middle-aged man in an immaculate chef's outfit carefully piping chocolate onto truffles. There were bags and various sizes of assorted gift boxes and I almost cried. A little box of milk chocolate Lindor truffles costs more than my entire basket of groceries (müsli, organic and fair-trade fruit, bakery bread, cat and dog food). It's really hard being away from my parents in this season because one thing that my mother ALWAYS splurged on, no matter how much money we didn't have, was expensive chocolate.


  • Finally: this month I taught myself tapestry crochet and made a very lovely basket. However, I can't actually use the basket for its intended purpose so now it's just sitting here on my shelf full of spare balls of yarn.


On the plus side I have been too busy/exhausted for winter depression for the most part.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (fuck yeah)
CIARA, pushing an empty swing: Swing forward!
CIARA: No! You're swinging wrong!
CIARA: Swing forward! Don't swing backward! Only forward!

§§§

CIM: Good night, Ciara!
CIARA: I'm Princess Snow White!
CIM: Oh, you are? Good night, Princess Snow White! Sleep well!
CIARA: I'm Princes Snow White and I want Sleeping Beauty!
CIM: [Finds a plastic Sleeping Beauty cake-topper on the floor] Here you go. Good night, Snow White. Good night, Sleeping Beauty. Good night, Kitty.
LEON: I want a princess too!
CIM: Okay, let me look for another princess.
[A brief fact-finding mission ensues]
CIM: Leon, I'm sorry, I couldn't find another princess upstairs already. Do you maybe want a boat instead?
LEON: Okay.
CIM: Okay, good night, Leon! Good night, boat! Good night, Bunny!
CIARA: I want a red car!
CIM: Now?
CIARA: I want to hold one!
CIM: Um, okay - look, here's a red car!
CIARA: I want that!
CIM: Okay, good night now, Snow White!
CIARA: Good night!

§§§

LOKE: You need to sing to me.
WAX: Rockabye, baby, in the treetop -
LOKE: Not that!
WAX: Okay... I can sing "Stairway to Heaven"?
LOKE: ... Okay.

§§§

As we went downstairs, at least two separate voices could be heard singing to themselves (or possibly to the red car/boat/princess/stuffed animal posse, idk).
cimorene: Drawing of a simple blocky human figure dancing in a harlequin suit (do a little dance)
Carmela: I go to music daycare!
Some Old Granny: You know, my grandkids used to go to music daycare, too.
Carmela [pityingly]: Yes, but not the same one.
SOG: Oh, no. This was a while ago, and it was in Ekenäs.
Carmela [lightbulb]: Martin and Leena live in Ekenäs!
[livejournal.com profile] cimness: Yes, Carmela, and we're in Ekenäs right now.
SOG: So, when Martin and Leena's baby is born, maybe it will go to music daycare in Ekenäs, huh?
Carmela [tolerantly]: Maybe - we'll have to see.
SOG: Ahem - that's right, of course, we can't know for certain.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (>:})
luciakronan


Me on Christmas Day in the Lucia headdress that Brother Linux and I made for Carmela (observe my leet quick!Prismacolor!candleflame skillz). It's still one of the most popular toys in the house despite the catfood-related advertising text you can see in the picture...
cimorene: painting of two women in Regency gowns drinking tea (tea)
The family that watches movies on their Nokia portable multimedia computer device together stays together.

fun times
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (artsy)
Yesterday was Luciadagen, and Carmela had just been in the preschool Lucia pageant when the House of Linux and I arrived at Casa Windows.

Brother Linux and I spent a good while making a Lucia crown for her out of cardboard, paper (pages torn from my sketchbook - good thing I brought my coloured pencils) and tape, and then Lady Linux and I made a mini triplet-sized one too. Carmela informed us that she was the City's real Lucia and that she would be tomorrow, too. She spent a long time pacing in a dignified manner and singing, especially after a red ribbon was found to tie around her waist.



At bedtime she only agreed to change into her nightgown because she could still be Lucia in it, just with a different dress, and I was commissioned to draw her in it and to make sure the nightdress had plenty of hearts on it. (Ciara, who bids fair to being the smartest member of her family, pointed at the former drawing and said triumphantly, "CARMELA!", whereupon she was praised, head-ruffled, squeezed and possibly turned upside-down.)



Loke doesn't look very glad to be Lucia.
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (determined)
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (inanimate things)
I took a pretty awesome picture of the snow-and-ice-bedecked rosebush this morning, but then my camera kinda died and the picture was lost! So you get this instead.

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