It is very early in the morning when I’m writing these first words. If I don’t start this now and grab every spare moment for writing this will never get done and another day will go without a post. I just saw one of the girls disappear into the dark to catch the bus. Except that it is not that dark anymore. We had new thin layer of snow last night. If only it would stay...
The weather has been a big topic around here for the last few weeks. I have never experienced a non-white Christmas up here but now we might have one. It is not a big deal (when put into proportion) but this strange weather just is on everybody’s lips. Today the temperature will be above zero so we probably will lose the snow again but by Eve there is a slight possibility for some snow and colder air. I'm living from one forecast to another hoping for good snowy news.
Snow is necessary. It is. The sun gets up around 11 and sets again around one afternoon so snow would be needed badly. Also the nature seems to be a bit confused. I have read from the papers that some bears have woke up from their hibernation.
Have you ever been by the lakeside when the lake is freezing… It makes these huge growling noises. It is not like icy bells that you can hear in springtime when the ice has melted into tiny bits but noisy growling. The sound is scary if you don’t know from where it is coming and it is overwhelming. I have been listening to that for many nights and days in a row. And the more I listen to it the more I’m convinced that it is “Staalo” growling. It can’t be the lake.
Staalo (Stállu) is human like gnome. He lives in a grey log cabin but could also live in the stars. He is huge, stupid, greedy and evildoing person. He eats forest fairies and could also eat humans as well. Luckily he is very stupid and humans are wiser and usually with their clever ways can escape from him. Staalo has one good feature in him. He protects children in moonlit nights.
On the other side of the lake in the forests there is a small lake named after Staalo and the grounds surrounding the lake are named after him as well. But in the old times they were afraid to say his name out loud so they gave the lake and the grounds a cover name. They called him Tollo what in these later times refers in our common language to someone really stupid.
Here is daybreak over Staalo’s land. I sincerely wish he would stop this nonsense and shut up. It is getting annoying.
It took me a whole episode of Cast-on to iron two linen tablecloths. I don’t have a big list of "have to dos" for Christmas but the ironing basket has to be empty. I tend to push the difficult and demanding stuff always for better times to do. I love tablecloths. Even thought big ones take forever to iron and sometimes it is difficult to get the stains off, when you spread out a new fresh table cloth there is very little in household chores that outgrows that feeling.
Today the 21st is the first day of Christmas in Finland. This day is “Tuomaan päivä” (the day of Tuomas) and we have a saying that Good Tuomas brings Christmas, and bad Nuutti takes it away. The day of Nuutti in our almanac is January 13th and that is the last day of Christmas. I must confess that looking at Christmas decorations all the way up to the 13th of January is taking it a bit long, so I gradually take everything down from the sixth of January and finally have everything put away on the 13th.
The day has not been all work but there was time to play. I finished the gingerbread house. Tina was watching me building it. I kept talking to her all the time and I guess she was sort of waiting for the house to be placed on the floor for her to eat and since it did not happen, she chewed one old ornament that was left on the sofa table…
Little by little all of today's tasks are done. It is eleven at night now. The girls have gone to bed. Tina is outside in her little house, the old dog is snoring here by my feet and Mr Cat is probably on someone's bed. Tomorrow I’ll be shopping in town again, just food, all the gift shopping is done.
You came for the knitting and I don’t have any. Just what kind of a knitblogger does this make me? A bad one.
But soon, very soon we will be at the threshold of a new year and there is new set of 365 days of knitting ahead.