Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Brains, muscle and a proper chainsaw

Yesterday we had a small family reunion at the summer cottage. The issue at hand: A tall tree that fell on the cottage during a winter storm. It had to be cut down, one way or the other.

It was a perilous project. If the tree shifted or came down uncontrolled, it could damage the cottage or the heating system. There was some deep thinking, guessing and MacGyvering before the chainsaw got to work. 

First we needed rope to keep the tree from slipping off the stone that thankfully broke the initial crash ...

 ... And then a support system for when the roof didn't support the top half anymore. The heavy rain made everything that much trickier, but my dad bravely got up on the roof and started sawing. First came the top off ...

And then he switched to the other end.  There's something about the sound of a chainsaw that reminds me of childhood. I've mentioned it before. 

Victory! At this point I should have a brilliant photo of the whole tree crashing to the ground, missing every fragile item, almost exactly as planned. Unfortunately, I don't, so instead you get a final picture of this guy who kept a close eye on us while we (or in all fairness, mostly my dad and brother) worked. He didn't seem too thrilled ... 

Hope you're enjoying summer!


Wednesday, 20 June 2012

A popular destination

I live rather close to a large cemetery, and like many of my "neighbours" I often end up there when taking a walk. It might sound a bit morbid, but it's a beautiful and peaceful place where you can take some time to reflect on whatever you need to reflect on. Many of us also have friends and family there which makes it even more special. 

The summer days are getting long here in Finland, 18 hours and 56 minutes in Helsinki. In the northern parts the sun doesn't set at all. I took the opportunity to capture the evening sun at this green oasis. 

Have a nice evening!

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

A nasty view

I am not a neat freak, but there are limits. I don't appreciate waking up in the morning and finding this on my living room window.

Seagulls, please. I know we have to coexist, but it is not okay to defecate on other people's homes. Especially not with that kind of precision. Try a lamp post or a statue next time. Thank you.

I managed to get the goo off. I am now certain I have contracted bird flu or E. coli or any other nasty bacteria or disease.

Anyone know the first symptoms?


Monday, 18 June 2012

I didn't trip and I didn't shave my head

 Graduated! This morning's graduation ceremony is over and I'm back in comfy clothes. If you read yesterday's hair rant, you can see the final result below:

It was difficult to get any decent pictures of the action (the graduates receiving a rose and a graduation letter). My grandmother did her best but it just wasn't meant to be this time. Instead I posed for the camera ( a tad awkwardly) before and after the ceremony.

Oh, and got "flashed" during as well. Apart from the "rose ceremony" (nobody got dumped), there was music and speeches, and a plea to us future alumni to support the university in one way or another. I might need a proper job before considering any larger donations ...

I'm really glad my grandmother could attend the ceremony with me. It's nice to share those moments with someone. In 2008 when I got my bachelor's degree, many of my friends graduated at the same time, and my mom, my brother and his family and grandmother and granddad also came to the festivities.

Graduation 2008. One of my favourite pics of me and my late granddad. 

This time you were only allowed two guests, so it wouldn't have been possible to invite everyone.  After the ceremony me and my gran had lunch and now I'm going to have a cup of tea an contemplate my future ...

Have a great week!


Sunday, 17 June 2012

No degree in hairdressing

I have long hair. It has potential. Every time I plan my look for a fancy event I dream of glamorous hairdos that match the outfit. Unfortunately, each said time I also realise, a little too late, that I am hopeless at before mentioned dos. I can't style my hair. Really, I can't.  Is it nerves? Is it my hair's evil intentions? Am I chronically hair challenged and should accept my faith?

Tomorrow I'm attending a small graduation ceremony at my faculty. I have a dream. I also know that I will end up having the exact same hairstyle I always have in these situations because it's the only one I know. I take the opportunity to in advance apologize to my hair (unless it is intentionally sabotaging me).

Hair; I'm sorry.