Joululahjoja läheltä

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Jotain kaunista katseltavaa,
Jotain ihanasti tuoksuvaan,
Jotain makoisaa maisteltavaa,
Jotain toiselle ojennettavaa,
"Hyvää Joulua" lausuen!

Tämä tietenkin tarkoittaa jotain syötävää/ juotavaa! Ah, mikä ihana oivallus! Harva ei tarvitse mitään syötävää, siis jotain hieman ylellisempää. Ja mikäs siihen paras lahja, kuin lähiruokalahja! Nyt on lähituottajia mistä valita ja tarjonnasta löytyy varmaan jokaiselle jotakin!

Lahjan mukana tietenkin ainesosa-, säilytys- ja alkuperätiedot. Alkuperästä mielellään vähän enemmänkin hauskaa, kun sen sisältää lahjakorttiin riimiksi tai runoksi... Ja raha menee yritteliäälle-melkein-naapuurille.

Jos ostamme, miksemme sijoittaisi toisiimme, lähellemme. Ihmiskohtaamiset ovat osa lähiruokakulttuuria, enkä ole itse vielä pettynyt (Huom! Olen ekstrovertti ostosretkilläni). ;)

Uskaltakaa kysyä tuotteesta ja alkuperästä! Siinä on jo lisäsisältöä kerrakseen! Siitä on hyvät joululahjat tehty!

Lähijoulua odotellessa!

Nimimerkillä, en toivo mitään joululahjaksi. (Mutta jos on pakko, toivon jotain syötävää läheltä). ;)

Hei Jedi

Hei Jedi,

Olet aina vehnäni,
Terrierikoirani,
Vaikka oletkin muualla,
Uudessa kodissa
Olet lähelläni
Ajatuksisssani
Vieläkin

Aina ei ole paras
Perheensä parissa
Olet koira
Tarvitset johtajan
Et äitiä
Et perhettä
Vaan lauman

Olet kuitenkin aina vehnäni
Terrieripoikani
Vaikka oletkin muualla
Muistan sinua
Metsässä
Kotona
Sydämessäni

En ollut paras mahdollinen
Olin nuori
Kärsimätön
Kokematon
Olen pahoillani
Vehnäseni
Petin sinut

Saanko kuitenkin
rakastaa
Itkeä
Ja ikävöidä?
Tunnen sinut täällä
Et ole kaukana
Se lohduttaa

Olet vehnäni
Koirani
Poikani
Kävelykaverini
Lohduttajani
Häirikköni
Jedi

Vuoksesi
Olen paremmin
Vaikkakin liian myöhään. ♡

Henna

Keep safe

Missing you
Thinking of you
Still alive
Are you?

You made me worried
I saw you fall
the # 80 flashed
Before my eyes

I heard you say
Between your jokes (of course)
You feel pain
Inside your chest

You got worse
Had trouble breathing

I was worried
By the ambulance
Still no one knew
How serious

Waiting
For some answers
For seeing you
Well and alive

Still I didn't cry
I kept my face

Letting me see you
I kissed your face
You said you're sorry
Schhh.

The diagnose
Unbelievable
I had to doublecheck
Are you still alive?

When I cry
Pup is right there
Wiping all
the tears away

Reminds me of
staying strong

Honey,
Please don't move
Let it take time
Keep safe.

We love you.

Henna

Perfect

Doing this,
doing that.
Being a girl,
being a woman.

Being beautiful,
being smart,
being humble,
being friendly.

Good cook,
great lover,
hard worker,
best mother.

Always smiling,
always funny,
always thoughtful,
always sexy.

Doing this,
doing that.
Being perfect,
being everything.

Love bites

Jedi. He's a hairy fellow, named officially Geijes Hegesippus. He's a lovely biting Irish soft-coated wheaten terrier, only 8 weeks old (in two days) and seems already so smart. 

He is the only son of Onni and Hilma, but a grand one he is! We owe many thanks to the breeder Aya Lundsten and her son Didrik for taking so good care of Jedi. Check out Geijes web pages to see how our Jedi will grow up to be. We're proud enough to have a fine wheaten terrier, but it's comforting to know having the breeder only a phone call away.

Jedi is our first puppy and we're keen on doing things right. We have two cats, Max and Elli, in the household already, and we wouldn't like them either to get any less love and care. Yet Jedi seems very interested in Max and Elli, and both have already been sniffing out their little brother. Still no biting the cats, or the other way, but biting us humans seems like his main goal of the day. We'll have to work on that... :)

All are asleep now; Miku, Max, Elli and Jedi. Miku is working the night shift and the pets probably are planning to keep me awake at night... This is just like having a baby and two teenagers. 

A confession. It's ridiculous, how worried I can be. I've been feeling worried and sensitive since Friday, even feeling to cry at times. It might just be one of those false pregnancies *smirk!   

And finally a tip. Many good Irish things come from Pargas, listen to the Rizzle's great music here on youtube: Ravintola - Paviljonki Apia: Rizzle

Henna 

Don't feel like writing

The sun is shining, 
but it's freezing cold.
The music is playing, 
just this one song. 

This Sunday, 
I don't feel like writing 

My hands are cold,
still moving,
My heart is warm,
eager to sing!

Yet my mind is filled
with all the thoughts,
of everything,
but happy or bright

This one gentle song
keeps them quiet
for something else to hear
'til the song stops

I'll keep playing it
'til I hear the sun again

Henna

and The Happiness Waltz by Josh Rouse

I can't die

Today I felt 

relaxed,

so relaxed, 

I felt I was dying.

The room fell silent,

the lights faded.

Only the peaceful music

gently stroking my ears.

The feeling 

disappearing,

from my toes and 

moving upward. 

The music

is in my head.

Emptying it 

from everything else. 

A voice is

telling me 

to think of a place

where I'd find peace.

I think of

a place full of cushions

comfy light yellow,

sleeping. 

I think of Rome,

a piazza in the evening,

romantic and beautiful,

dreaming. 

I feel my throat, 

tightening.

I feel a tear 

on my chin. 

Breathing 

seems harder.

My breast 

shaking.

I can't die!

The places

most peaceful,

most sacred,

are concealing

a sad story.

Not deliberately,

just stuck there.

What I see, 

is You.

Embracing me,

before falling asleep,

in the morning,

before getting up.

Holding my hand

in the piazza.

Feeling the same 

atmosphere.

I can't die.

Not now.

My only places, 

that are the best,

are filled with sorrow,

when you are there. 

I can't die, 

before I let you go.

I'm told

to come back.

Lights are on,

music has faded.

My trainer 

asking us 

if we had enjoyed 

the Monday session.

 

Henna