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Apr. 25th, 2011 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unikorentoAh, silence.
The apartment is now empty of guests for the first time in well over a week. The kitchen has a few plastic bags of empty beer cans, and I keep stumbling across empty chocolate egg wrappings. The signs of an easter holiday well-spent.
I'm exhausted, but quite pleased. Zooling Hilde came over from Sweden for a visit. (With her new boyfriend, whose name translates into English as "Elves". The Legolas-jokes were a source of infinite amusement.) And once they'd left, Gabriel (who is my ex and an actual person, and not a Trickster) and Arwena came over for a few nights. We did all the usual things, and the weather gods were benevolent. There really is nothing quite like seeing old friends.
I think spring has properly arrived now.
Littlest flatmate,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillannan cleared out the backyard, and now it actually looks nice for the first time in two or three years. I may have burned my nose in the sun while I was out there, but I can't bring myself to even be annoyed. Or, hell, I'm hoping I burned my nose. That would mean that the sun is getting bright and warm again. Really, properly warm, and not just pale yellow light.
I love the summer. I hate accompanying bugs with a passion, but I love the heat. Not the sub-nordic heat that people get in Europe, mind you, no. Above 22 C, well below 27 C, that's perfect. It doesn't happen that often that we actually reach those temperatures for more than a few short weeks in July, but the anticipation is half the fun.
I was standing at Helsinki Central railway station, on the platform where the trains leave for Tampere/Ostrobothnia. A woman was standing by a waiting train, arguing with a man. He'd already climbed aboard, and was trying to close the door.
They were arguing because the man was supposed to take care of their son for the weekend, but he'd now changed his mind, and was instead going on a trip. The woman was extremely distressed about it, so I walked up to her after the train left, and told her that I would take care of her son for the weekend.
At first she didn't know if she could trust me, but I convinced her by telling her that I was from Porvoo.
As it turns out, the woman had a meeting the next day with a divorce lawyer/counselor, and the reason she was so upset about not having a baby-sitter was because she didn't want her son to have to hear about the details of the divorce proceedings, because he was already very upset about it. I told her that that was very understandable, and that it was very lucky that she was meeting her divorce-person at Disneyland, because I had a pass there, and would be able to stay with the son while she was inside.
After that I took a bus home, and met with mom and sister at the market place in Porvoo. We had lunch inside the old bank (where I've not actually set foot since I was around 7-8), and mom told me that this whole thing was very reckless of me. It was 12-year-old boy I was going to be taking care of, after all, and I'd always been a horrid babysitter.
Disneyland, as it turns out, was the basement of the school my dad teaches at. The corridor was full of people and vending machines, and these couches that were very uncomfortable to sit on and that were made out of dark brown leather. Around the corner, where in real life there is a staircase, in the dream there was a little dock where a yellow ferry docked every half hour.
I met the woman and her son - who sometimes looked like my cousin Jari, and sometimes like a black twelve-year-old that I think I've seen on an episode of Criminal Minds. The woman left her son with me, and the minute she was gone, he was preparing to take off. I told him that he wasn't allowed, and he ignored me. Then I asked him to please, just wait a little bit, and he seemed to relax a little. I asked him to come sit on the couch by me, and he turned into a cat and jumped up. I asked if I could pet him, and he told me no, absolutely not, that's weird, and it would ruin his hair.
I figured I needed to keep him entertained, so I told him that he should tell me the difference between the starship Enterprise as it's presented in Star Trek: Next Generation and Star Trek: Enterprise. And that if he could relate this somehow to the Death Star in Star Wars, I would give him bonus points.
While he was explaining this, I noticed that we were being watched from a corner by someone in a rasta hat. It was my job to protect the boy, so I suggested we walk and talk at the same time. The rasta hat guy showed up everywhere we went, though. We were walking on the dirt road leading to my family's mailbox in Askola when the boy saw him. He got really excited, yelled "dad!" and ran up to him.
I was embarrassed I'd been so suspicious of him then, but I still didn't feel comfortable with just leaving the kid alone with him. And suddenly I saw that there were people everywhere, and some of them had wings.
The father explained that he was an angel, and that he was here to take his son, because the son was obviously an angel too. They put a heavy jacket on the boy, and at that point I realized that I was in real trouble. There were at least five angels there, and a crowd of people looking at them. I knew that we were all doomed, because that's what happens when you look at an angel.
People started exploding all around me. Literally, like the way they do when playing Dragon Age. I knew I was next, and I looked down and cursed, and I saw the boy pushing at my leg in the form of a cat. I bent down and picked him up, and then I exploded too. And then I woke up.
The apartment is now empty of guests for the first time in well over a week. The kitchen has a few plastic bags of empty beer cans, and I keep stumbling across empty chocolate egg wrappings. The signs of an easter holiday well-spent.
I'm exhausted, but quite pleased. Zooling Hilde came over from Sweden for a visit. (With her new boyfriend, whose name translates into English as "Elves". The Legolas-jokes were a source of infinite amusement.) And once they'd left, Gabriel (who is my ex and an actual person, and not a Trickster) and Arwena came over for a few nights. We did all the usual things, and the weather gods were benevolent. There really is nothing quite like seeing old friends.
I think spring has properly arrived now.
Littlest flatmate,
lillannan cleared out the backyard, and now it actually looks nice for the first time in two or three years. I may have burned my nose in the sun while I was out there, but I can't bring myself to even be annoyed. Or, hell, I'm hoping I burned my nose. That would mean that the sun is getting bright and warm again. Really, properly warm, and not just pale yellow light.I love the summer. I hate accompanying bugs with a passion, but I love the heat. Not the sub-nordic heat that people get in Europe, mind you, no. Above 22 C, well below 27 C, that's perfect. It doesn't happen that often that we actually reach those temperatures for more than a few short weeks in July, but the anticipation is half the fun.
I was standing at Helsinki Central railway station, on the platform where the trains leave for Tampere/Ostrobothnia. A woman was standing by a waiting train, arguing with a man. He'd already climbed aboard, and was trying to close the door.
They were arguing because the man was supposed to take care of their son for the weekend, but he'd now changed his mind, and was instead going on a trip. The woman was extremely distressed about it, so I walked up to her after the train left, and told her that I would take care of her son for the weekend.
At first she didn't know if she could trust me, but I convinced her by telling her that I was from Porvoo.
As it turns out, the woman had a meeting the next day with a divorce lawyer/counselor, and the reason she was so upset about not having a baby-sitter was because she didn't want her son to have to hear about the details of the divorce proceedings, because he was already very upset about it. I told her that that was very understandable, and that it was very lucky that she was meeting her divorce-person at Disneyland, because I had a pass there, and would be able to stay with the son while she was inside.
After that I took a bus home, and met with mom and sister at the market place in Porvoo. We had lunch inside the old bank (where I've not actually set foot since I was around 7-8), and mom told me that this whole thing was very reckless of me. It was 12-year-old boy I was going to be taking care of, after all, and I'd always been a horrid babysitter.
Disneyland, as it turns out, was the basement of the school my dad teaches at. The corridor was full of people and vending machines, and these couches that were very uncomfortable to sit on and that were made out of dark brown leather. Around the corner, where in real life there is a staircase, in the dream there was a little dock where a yellow ferry docked every half hour.
I met the woman and her son - who sometimes looked like my cousin Jari, and sometimes like a black twelve-year-old that I think I've seen on an episode of Criminal Minds. The woman left her son with me, and the minute she was gone, he was preparing to take off. I told him that he wasn't allowed, and he ignored me. Then I asked him to please, just wait a little bit, and he seemed to relax a little. I asked him to come sit on the couch by me, and he turned into a cat and jumped up. I asked if I could pet him, and he told me no, absolutely not, that's weird, and it would ruin his hair.
I figured I needed to keep him entertained, so I told him that he should tell me the difference between the starship Enterprise as it's presented in Star Trek: Next Generation and Star Trek: Enterprise. And that if he could relate this somehow to the Death Star in Star Wars, I would give him bonus points.
While he was explaining this, I noticed that we were being watched from a corner by someone in a rasta hat. It was my job to protect the boy, so I suggested we walk and talk at the same time. The rasta hat guy showed up everywhere we went, though. We were walking on the dirt road leading to my family's mailbox in Askola when the boy saw him. He got really excited, yelled "dad!" and ran up to him.
I was embarrassed I'd been so suspicious of him then, but I still didn't feel comfortable with just leaving the kid alone with him. And suddenly I saw that there were people everywhere, and some of them had wings.
The father explained that he was an angel, and that he was here to take his son, because the son was obviously an angel too. They put a heavy jacket on the boy, and at that point I realized that I was in real trouble. There were at least five angels there, and a crowd of people looking at them. I knew that we were all doomed, because that's what happens when you look at an angel.
People started exploding all around me. Literally, like the way they do when playing Dragon Age. I knew I was next, and I looked down and cursed, and I saw the boy pushing at my leg in the form of a cat. I bent down and picked him up, and then I exploded too. And then I woke up.
