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Hey.
The traditional celebrations of the Finnish Mid Summer took place yesterday. Well, for me it wasn't that traditional this year, since normally I spend the time at my family's cottage with various relatives coming for a visit. This year, having moved into this awesome house at the sea, I decided to stay here with my mates and alter the tradition a bit. Most of it was kept intact: sauna, swimming, too much food, alcohol in fair amounts...The only thing that really was changed was the company and that we got to swim in the actual sea. Bloody cold and salty! The party was rather nice in all, even if none of my own buddies managed to get their lazy butts here. My house mates on the other hand had visitors, so I got my share of socializing. And I also got to shine with my guitar hero skills again, though I did lose once, damn it:D
At some point of the evening we went for a walk and some of us girls gathered the 7 different kinds of flowers that you're supposed to get during Mid Summer. Then you'd put them under your pillow and have a dream of the guy you're supposed to marry. Or girl, since our company included persons of other sexual orientations. I am not sure, what the male equivalent to this ritual would be. Anyways, my dreams did not bring me any comfort to the mean things Facebook's been telling me lately: apparently I do not want to become married.
Also viewpoints on religious beliefs were shared, thanks to my friends the atheist and the theologist. My views, if subtly different and filled with kindness of human spirit, seem to categorize in Christianity. I must give this some thought.
After waking up this morning with absolutely no hang-over, I sat down to take in the view once again, through our huge living room windows. The view included our neighbor's (the florists') flag, that was flown at half-staff. So it is, that our 90-year old sea captain, the father of the florist, has died. We thought of later going in to give our condolences.
Hey.
The traditional celebrations of the Finnish Mid Summer took place yesterday. Well, for me it wasn't that traditional this year, since normally I spend the time at my family's cottage with various relatives coming for a visit. This year, having moved into this awesome house at the sea, I decided to stay here with my mates and alter the tradition a bit. Most of it was kept intact: sauna, swimming, too much food, alcohol in fair amounts...The only thing that really was changed was the company and that we got to swim in the actual sea. Bloody cold and salty! The party was rather nice in all, even if none of my own buddies managed to get their lazy butts here. My house mates on the other hand had visitors, so I got my share of socializing. And I also got to shine with my guitar hero skills again, though I did lose once, damn it:D
At some point of the evening we went for a walk and some of us girls gathered the 7 different kinds of flowers that you're supposed to get during Mid Summer. Then you'd put them under your pillow and have a dream of the guy you're supposed to marry. Or girl, since our company included persons of other sexual orientations. I am not sure, what the male equivalent to this ritual would be. Anyways, my dreams did not bring me any comfort to the mean things Facebook's been telling me lately: apparently I do not want to become married.
Also viewpoints on religious beliefs were shared, thanks to my friends the atheist and the theologist. My views, if subtly different and filled with kindness of human spirit, seem to categorize in Christianity. I must give this some thought.
After waking up this morning with absolutely no hang-over, I sat down to take in the view once again, through our huge living room windows. The view included our neighbor's (the florists') flag, that was flown at half-staff. So it is, that our 90-year old sea captain, the father of the florist, has died. We thought of later going in to give our condolences.