Aigha's Uncertain Memory

The Finnish Independence Day. Nothing like the American equivalent, we don't celebrate with fireworks or picnics. The latter might be understandable because of the season?

Incredibly, the pansies were still on flowering at the beginning of December. They weren't actually growing anymore, it had been too cold. Can't remember a year like this over here in the north. Usually the most persistent ones just might last until October.

Did this ( rather silly birthday meme... )

A day full of show-related activities.

( See here for the full report. )

Just consider, my weekend was very peaceful when compared to that of my better half.

Travelled north with quatorze yesterday, she went to work, I to attend a meeting. But of course my meeting didn't take the five hours she spent working, so I went on a photo safari with the young ladies - I had Foxy and Little Bitch with me. We walked around in the beautiful sunshine, then in the deepening dusk and finally in moonlight. I took about 120 snapshots. That ought to mean that there might be one or two decent ones. Here's one.

Towering over you Travelling north on a bright winter day. Occasionally the snow-laden trees on the roadside just seem to lean over you. Snapshot through the car window.

Just have to vent some.

I'm going seriously mad with the accommodation arrangements for the judges. As if it wasn't enough that our usual hotel (we'll see if they're the hotel for us next time!!) has failed to provide the rooms we need, I now realise I'll have to consider a) how the people are travelling, since if they use their own car, the other hotel might not have heating for their car and possibly b) what time they start judging both days.

And just now I got a call from our man-in-the-field who tells me the cabinet for our dinner on Saturday cannot be separated from the main restaurant because the Russian hotel guests are having a party! That's one good reason why it should be!

I think I'll have some lunch now, take the doggies out if they choose to wake up, and then attack the papers again. I must get the letters out today, but I can't do that before I know who sleeps where...

quatorze is away at a doggy event with Foxy. She (Foxy) is not participating, more like disturbing and begging for attention. Meanwhile, I've finally uploaded something to deviantArt - have hardly poked my nose there for months, and even then it has taken ages just to quickly go through everything on my watch list.

And even now, it's not poetry I wrote. Instead, uploaded a wallpaper, Touch of Frost there. I quite like it, although I confess I'm only a dabbler both with Terragen and Photoshop. But I really enjoy dabbling with them, and that's the point, right?

Today I read again the four chapters of Flight of Fancy I've managed to write - and it has only taken me a year and a half, or something like that. Hah. Wasn't too pleased with it, either. Like Han Solo, it does have it's moments, but not too many of them. ^___~ Chapter 4 is all wrong and because of that (and other reasons), there are things seriously amiss in the previous ones as well, as I was sort of aiming to it while writing them. Which means I have to rewrite the whole damn thing. But now I'm actually beginning to feel motivated to try it, thanks to the talks we've had with my lovely quatorze recently - nothing to do with writing, but with the story itself. Oh, I love the story and know it, yes, I'd love to tell it, but the fact is I've never written anything but poems and very short stories, and this is not going to be short. Well, better start working then, hadn't I?

Doggies are getting restless, as it's past their dinner time already. I'm getting some serious complaints soon, but am not going to give them dinner before all the family is there.

Today's been a Violet Rescue day. Expecting a few tons of pebble today, I've rescued quite a few violets from among the sand, stone and gravel on the yard. Me being quite obsessed with our rather new digital camera, I of course had to take a few pictures before digging them up.

( Violets, sand and stones )

They are tough, those violets. I never planted them in the first place, they just somehow took root among the gravel after I always broke away the withered flowers from last year's violets and chucked them away on the yard. And as soon as the ground thawed enough, up they come. I quite love them, the little toughies. Now I just hope they'll survive my uprooting them and placing them in a pot. But I can't imagine why not.