The joy oging / Weekend

Keep on raging - to stop the aging. Dale Carnegie

The joy oging

To joy of aging is simple: presents. This year, my brother gave me different bottles of Bushmills whiskey, which is always necessary to have during the darkening nights of Finnish Autumn. It does not hurt to have warm clothes, which is something my mother seems to know well enough. And S knows that no present is more welcome than a book on military history. So, she gave me Poisoned Peace — 1945 the war that never ended by Gregor Dallas. It tells what Europe was like after the fighting ceased and how scores of people still died. The same is happening today in Lebanon, Iraq, Kongo, Sri Lanka, etc.
So, I am now 38 yeards old, about half-way down to grave, but still raging and ranting.

Weekend

It was the first weekend in Helsinki in a month. Not too bad. Or not bad at all, although cleaning up our home was tedious, but well worth the result and nice words by mother and brother. It is surprising how messy a home becomes in just 3 months, even with occasional weekly cleaning efforts.
On Saturday, visit by relatives to Weeruska, my office, etc, even to the lighthouse boat docked at the Pohjoisranta quay (and converted into a watering hole for the thirsty youth). On Sunday, sleeping late, idling, then cycling to see a museum tram (and getting to know that the number 3 tram, my favourite and passing by our house, has followed the same route since 1922), cycling to Vuosaari for a party thrown by Kari and Vappu. A nice party, cultivated discussions and a surprise encounter with another MIT-grad. Small world, great school.

July 2006

Alun perin julkaistu kuukausikoosteessa "Blogs July to September 2006".