In the last two days I have chosen a new route for my evening bicycling. This route is otherwise quite pleasant, but it goes a couple of kilometers in a road where cars drive with a great speed. The road is named Lapinkyläntie, and it goes from Kauklahti to Veikkola. Fortunately, in the time when I cycle there, the traffic is not very heavy.
Normally, I have my earphones and the radio with me. It was funny when today I did not have the radio with me because of the batteries were low, but during the whole trip I remembered the yesterdays program, where the Finnish movie director Renny Harlin talked about his career. Each hill reminded me of some of his sentence. Unbelievable! For how long do I still link the country roads of Vitträsk to the life of Renny Harlin?
The newest route is depicted in this map with the colour blue.
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Laundry day is the best day
Today I went to Kivenlahti to wash all my clothes. A couple of weeks ago I found an entrepeneur who has put up a service that I need: a self-service laundry. The owner of the place told me that she has started the laundry six months ago. A hope she will survive.
After my clothes were ready, I put them in my rucksacks, took the bus to Kauklahti, climbed to the hill beneath my studio, and hung all the wet clothes to an old clothes-line that I found there broken on the ground. I fixed the line, attached it between the trees, and hung my clothes to dry in the beautiful sunshine and mild August wind.
What a pleasure to have all that clean laundry hanging there in the midst of the trees on top of the hill. I sat on the cliff to worship the world that brings us laundry days. I was content to the world, and the world was content to me.
I remembered the days of my childhood, when all the mothers of the nearby houses hung their loundry in one common hillside, Saksansaari, in Helsinki. Long clothes-lines were attached between the trees, supported by poles. Where did those poles reside, when not in use?
I did not use any poles today, when I hung my laundry on a similar hill as Saksansaari.
Now the clothes are put in their places in my wardrobe. They did not go through a laundry mangel, which was a huge apparatus in 1960s at Kumpula, Helsinki. But that is another story.
After my clothes were ready, I put them in my rucksacks, took the bus to Kauklahti, climbed to the hill beneath my studio, and hung all the wet clothes to an old clothes-line that I found there broken on the ground. I fixed the line, attached it between the trees, and hung my clothes to dry in the beautiful sunshine and mild August wind.
What a pleasure to have all that clean laundry hanging there in the midst of the trees on top of the hill. I sat on the cliff to worship the world that brings us laundry days. I was content to the world, and the world was content to me.I remembered the days of my childhood, when all the mothers of the nearby houses hung their loundry in one common hillside, Saksansaari, in Helsinki. Long clothes-lines were attached between the trees, supported by poles. Where did those poles reside, when not in use?
I did not use any poles today, when I hung my laundry on a similar hill as Saksansaari.
Now the clothes are put in their places in my wardrobe. They did not go through a laundry mangel, which was a huge apparatus in 1960s at Kumpula, Helsinki. But that is another story.
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