Interlude: Scenic Sotunki

Day 16. 55pages, 23,048 words.

I’m going to pre-write this little snippet for the weekend, just because the subject came up. Today we were supposed to be going to pay a visit to Jumbo to see if they have a washing machine for a better price than Gigantti’s web-store. Because oh yeah, our fifteen-year-old washing machine just died. But everything’s closed today, so it’ll have to be tomorrow.

As an amusing side-note, it went crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash and smelled strongly of burning plastic, but it still cost us €120 for a repairman to come and say “yeah, that’s broken”. On the plus side, he was helpful because his notes might help us get insurance money. Still, that’s a decent percentage of the cost of getting a whole new machine and having the old one carted away. And I just realised this blog post is about buying a washing machine and making insurance claims, and that’s far more grown-up than I’m ready to deal with right now, so I’m going to stop.

Time to show off my home village a little bit.

Mmm. Trollburger.

Nygårds restaurant; a couple of street names that I have no Earthly idea what they mean; Trollberga; This Way To The Giant Butterfly; kotitalo. Unfortunately I’m lying about the Giant Butterfly.

First, because I keep promising Aaron, here’s a street-sign by way of a teaser. I was amused, when I first came to Finland, by the “Trollberga” feature. I believe I even said “mmm … trollburger” more times than was strictly necessary. ‘Strictly necessary’, in this case, being once. Maximum.

Anyway, Trollberga is the closest thing we have to a tourist-trap of historical interest, and is in fact a tractor museum. I call the above a teaser, of course, because I haven’t actually walked up to take a proper picture of the place yet. That can wait until another slow weekend.

Mommo's house.

Left to right: house, farm sheds and greenhouse, sauna (currently out of use and work-in-progress).

I was walking Wump and Toop over to mommo’s house, which you can see here on the hillside. Lovely old farm building, and that morning was one of the coldest we’ve had so far this autumn. Anyway, that’s the place.


Scenic Sotunki.

Back in the other direction, you can see the rolling fields of Sotunki. Horses, the occasional deer, and frozen ditch-puddles all the way home. Which is why I had time to take pictures, because Wump had a lot of ice to stamp on.

The skogen.

Into the skogen.

Earlier on, a couple of weeks ago I think, Wump and Toop and I went for a little hike in the woods up behind our house. Here you can see that Toop has greatly improved in the field of staying upright, and this is a challenging course for her. You can also see, but may not fully appreciate, just how adorable her leopard-print bunny-hat is.

Tower of Something.

I assume it’s going to be vertical at some point.

Lest you think it’s all forests and fields and wilderness, however, please note that sometime in the near future, we’re going to have a … thingy. I don’t know what it is. A phone tower? A TV broadcasting wossname? An Illuminati signalling station? Well, whatever. They’re building it on the edge of the forest and it might actually mean our side of the hill gets TV reception or mobile network coverage. Which would be nice.

Anyway, that’s all I have for today.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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3 Responses to Interlude: Scenic Sotunki

  1. dreameling says:

    I just love it that even though I live way further from Helsinki than you, not even in the fucking capital area anymore, you still get more woods and fields than I do, more lande. Thanks, man.

    Sotunki really is a nice place (at least your corner of it). Idyllic.

    • stchucky says:

      It’s a good place. I like having woods to walk in. Wump and I are slowly mapping the forest out into regions. There’s Apples, Humans, Houses, Cars, and Flowers so far. Obviously once you get into Humans, Houses and Cars, it’s time to turn around because you’ve come to the edge of the woods.

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