Organizing things in the house
Why is sorting through papers so exhausting? Maybe it's just been a long day. First work and then organizing the storage room next to the garage, and after that going through papers and disposing of bills (laskut) that dated as far back as 1994. We've been doing some major reorganizing in the house to get room for new stuff and going through old papers is part of that. There were a lot of them, but I've got to say that dad had the bills and receipts well organized. I take after him, but my system is a lot more laidback.
I gained respect for my parents after going through all sort of plans and drawings concerning the house. I knew that building your own house is a lot of work, I was around 10-12 when my parents built our house, so I mainly remember that my parents were away a lot and I had to look after my little brother and sister, prepare food for them and so forth. I learned to boil potatoes when I was 11 or something. But man, looking through all those papers concerning the building project made me realise what a huge undertaking it must've been. All that planning, working long hours at the site.
We installed these hooks for lifting car tires up on the wall of the garage storage room with Orasi yesterday. With two cars there are always two sets of tires in the storage (you know, Winter and Summer tires). Getting them up on the wall freed up a lot of space.
Organizing things inside the house is like one of those jigsaw puzzles where when you want to move one piece you have to move all the others as well. Like when we put the new coffee table downstairs we needed to organize stuff in the garage storage room to fit the old coffee table there. (Yeah yeah, I know, we have a bit of a hamster thing going on here. But you could take the legs off the table so it fit into a small space. Don't ask me how many unused beds we have stored. >.> I'm not telling.)
The living room bookcase... it's huge. It has a lot of books and other stuff. I've been meaning to look through dad's books and see what we might take to the used-book store, but it's a rather massive undertaking and there are a lot of classics in that bookshelf that I've been meaning to read.
Mom found this kid's Kalevala (Lasten Kalevala) in there and apparently dad used to read it to me as a bedtime story when he got fed up with the inane children's books. The kid's version of Kalevala is still in the Kalevala'ish poetic meter (runomitta) with old Finnish that I have trouble understanding even at this age. The only difference that I could see is that the book is smaller than the real Kalevala. I read it last night as far as the scene where Aino drowns herself because she doesn't want to marry Väinämöinen who's a really old guy. Akseli Gallen-Kallela's The Aino Triptych is a famous Finnish painting of that. In the kid's Kalevala Aino goes swimming, sits on a rock, the rock tips over and I guess that she falls into the water and dies. It was very vague. I don't remember it going like that in the grown-ups Kalevala, all though I've only read bits and pieces of it (it's one long ass poem/book). After checking from my grownups Kalevala she really did fall with a stone into the sea and it was more of an accident. I've always though that she drowned herself. I'm never trusting you again popular culture!
I gained respect for my parents after going through all sort of plans and drawings concerning the house. I knew that building your own house is a lot of work, I was around 10-12 when my parents built our house, so I mainly remember that my parents were away a lot and I had to look after my little brother and sister, prepare food for them and so forth. I learned to boil potatoes when I was 11 or something. But man, looking through all those papers concerning the building project made me realise what a huge undertaking it must've been. All that planning, working long hours at the site.
We installed these hooks for lifting car tires up on the wall of the garage storage room with Orasi yesterday. With two cars there are always two sets of tires in the storage (you know, Winter and Summer tires). Getting them up on the wall freed up a lot of space.
Organizing things inside the house is like one of those jigsaw puzzles where when you want to move one piece you have to move all the others as well. Like when we put the new coffee table downstairs we needed to organize stuff in the garage storage room to fit the old coffee table there. (Yeah yeah, I know, we have a bit of a hamster thing going on here. But you could take the legs off the table so it fit into a small space. Don't ask me how many unused beds we have stored. >.> I'm not telling.)
The living room bookcase... it's huge. It has a lot of books and other stuff. I've been meaning to look through dad's books and see what we might take to the used-book store, but it's a rather massive undertaking and there are a lot of classics in that bookshelf that I've been meaning to read.
Mom found this kid's Kalevala (Lasten Kalevala) in there and apparently dad used to read it to me as a bedtime story when he got fed up with the inane children's books. The kid's version of Kalevala is still in the Kalevala'ish poetic meter (runomitta) with old Finnish that I have trouble understanding even at this age. The only difference that I could see is that the book is smaller than the real Kalevala. I read it last night as far as the scene where Aino drowns herself because she doesn't want to marry Väinämöinen who's a really old guy. Akseli Gallen-Kallela's The Aino Triptych is a famous Finnish painting of that. In the kid's Kalevala Aino goes swimming, sits on a rock, the rock tips over and I guess that she falls into the water and dies. It was very vague. I don't remember it going like that in the grown-ups Kalevala, all though I've only read bits and pieces of it (it's one long ass poem/book). After checking from my grownups Kalevala she really did fall with a stone into the sea and it was more of an accident. I've always though that she drowned herself. I'm never trusting you again popular culture!
