I Wish You A Merry Christmas…

Riihele xx

© Photos: By Riihele. All rights reserved.


My Last Xmas in Ireland

Front Door

This door was the front door in my last home in Ireland. It was a town house – meaning it had no front garden just a patch for a back garden which at the time suited me perfectly as I was fed up of all the work that having a garden involves! This house came with a whole army of gardeners who did all the work for the gardens shared by all. Handy.

Many different nationalities passed through this door; the same happened in all of the front doors in my homes, the diverse nations wondered in and out in huge numbers. That is exactly what we liked and loved to do. No other way is it more enjoyable and, also, enlightening to meet the foreigners than right at your own front room. Sure, it asks an awful lot of one’s stamina, personality and character. In return it gives so much more than it takes so that it is not a hard task, rather the privilege.

My last Xmas – that turned out to be that – was spent in Ireland in the company of a diverse international bunch of people in this house. I had said to my ‘gang’ of students that they were welcome to my house to celebrate and if they knew any other orphans to take them with them. So it was. We were 22 (!) of which 19 stayed overnight!! It was fascinating to see just how differently each nationality celebrates this festival and some that do not at all – like the Chinese girls that came whom I had never met before.

Each nationality brought their own speciality foods and they were shared by all. I made several dishes of something typically Finnish – like the Roasted Ham and Swedish – the Glögg, the Mulled Wine, that is the most typical to me of the Swedish tradition. The Chinese girls brought their specially made Chinese home cooked food. Needless to say, it disappeared in an instant! The Italians brought many things but one that I hadn’t tasted before which was the Panettone.

The following morning while some continued to sleep – the fourteen awake ones of the gang sat together for a tasty breakfast – for the late risers, like myself – cum lunch for the early risers! This time of togetherness in my house stands still as one of my fondest memories of this house and of Ireland in general.

Tis for now until the next posting. Riihele xx.

DIY ~ My Thoughts


any kind

That is
the man’s
that is
the reason

God created

to put
the bits
& pieces

the Lady
go shopping!!


Blond or what?!! Yours Truly Blonde, Rii xx

Picture off the net, makeover on the same by moi.

Incidents and Such Like – Certificate


I have divided the incidents into The Comical, The Dangerous and The Thinking About Them Ones.

This one belongs to the first mentioned ones The Comical. The story is like this:
I have been going to this dentist in Ireland for twenty odd years to have me regular check-ups and whatnot; in other words spent an absolute fortune on the choppers! I even changed all the Amalgam aka the mercury fillings to the ‘white fillings’ because I thought – and I am absolutely certain – that was what caused the repeated colds and other things due the immune system not being to the par. Here is a link to the Wikipedia on the Amalgam Controversy.

The dentist himself did not agree with me on that, I must say. Never mind – I am the patient patient paying for it in the first place. He always gives me the most excellent rates as I know how to negotiate and do get killer-deals wherever on whatever, usually.

Now years later after the said change of the fillings, the verdict is that it DID help immensely for my immunity has improved hugely ever since the mercury fillings were taken off me gob!

But now back to the Story. I went to him one year just before Xmas-time and as we were having a natter and a laugh about things and events, the giving/buying of presents came up.
His remark to me was always at moi not wanting to take the shots for numbing the pain – I rather suffer for the minute or two of discomfort than have the whole face distorted for the rest of the day:

“You are a tough race, you Finns!!”

And my reply would be:

“Yup, we fought in the war, we can take the pain!”

All the patients of his that refused the local anaesthetics were all Finnish women, by the way.

Anyway this particular time, his other remark was that my mouth is exceptionally small, though in proportion. Like a doll’s, apparently!

Well, now!

My reply to that was:

” Is not so cruel of the people to call me: Big Mouth?!!”

He chuckled and nodded.

A bright idea hit me, so said:

“Tis the festive season coming up, do you give official certificates to prove that so that I could hand them to all and sundry who call me names?!!”

I still think that it would be such a brilliant idea to have a collection of these beautifully framed, real genuine and official certificates of my mouth as a proof of the pudding, as the saying goes!

Tis for now, from a Teeny Mouth – professionally tested & proved, Rii xx

PS. The Picture is off the net with the makeover by yours truly.

The Balancing Act ~ Being Everything 2 Everybody

Balancing Act

Picture off the net, makeover on the same by Riihele.

As a mother, a nurse, a cook, a cleaning lady, a wife ( now an ex), a friend, a neighbour, a sister, an employer, an employee, a citizen, et cetera, one is forced to learn fast the know-all of an acrobat and to become a master trapeze artist and a multifaceted expert at the Balancing Act!

It takes a huge amount of skill and stamina to be to able to be everything to everyone in one’s life. And I would say that one can do it – that is: this all in all – for only a short space of time because in the long run one’s own health will begin to pack in.

I went grossly underweight myself because of the over-the-top demands that were bombarded on me from all directions. I ate well but it was not sticking on me bones no matter what. I even had a daily Guinness to gain weight for months on end, but to no avail except that I became very fond of the black stuff!

Would you believe that, in the times not so long past, the Pint of Plain aka Guinness was on the house – for free – for the new mothers in the hospital in Ireland called the Rotunda! Yep twas. No wonder that the people are/ were so partial to the brew when it was dished to them in the mother’s milk as well. Guaranteed customers from the birth. Well, the St.James’s Gate – the home of Guinness – isn’t that far physically located from the Rotunda. Here is the story of the Pint of Plain and here is another site to read on the same.

By the time I went to the Rotunda Hospital to have my daughters the custom of the free brew was no longer part of the daily routine for the new mums. Rotunda – the painting in this link shows the shape of the building – is such an apt name for the maternity hospital as one goes in there rather rotund…!! It is also the oldest maternity hospital in the world, founded in 1745! It looked like they had not done much renevations since the year of building when I was there, anyway. The history of the Rotunda is most interesting, indeed. Have a read.

THINK, that in the wide world there is a mother dying every few seconds – the Unicef article of 2003 states that 1400 mothers die every day because of the complications of the pregnancy and the birth.Here is what the UNICEF says about it all. It is nigh impossible to fathom for us in the west and in the parts of the world where the antenatal and the postnatal care are taken for granted.

That to me is the Pandemic Catastrophy of giant proportions and not the other thing at the moment that is marketed for us as such worldwide.

How are You Balancing the Act in your own life?

Tis for now until the next posting. Riihele xx.


The poor thing on the trapeze looks rather harassed and is about to fall.

Autumn Sonata 2006 ~ Photos

All Photos of Autumn Sonata Colours: Riihele

Street Scene with Me Shadow

ANTONIO VIVALDI (1678-1741):

source: The Baroque-music-club.com


Autumn – Concerto in F Major
3: Concerto No.3 in F Major, RV 293,
Allegro (Peasant Dance and Song) / Adagio molto (Sleeping Drunkards) / Allegro (The Hunt)

Berries n Leaves

The peasant celebrates with song and dance the harvest safely gathered in.//
The cup of Bacchus flows freely, //and many find their relief in deep slumber.

Maple Trees

Adagio molto
The singing and the dancing die away//as cooling breezes fan the pleasant air,//inviting all to sleep//without a care.

Autumn Scene

The hunters emerge at dawn,//ready for the chase,//with horns and dogs and cries.//
Their quarry flees while they give chase.//

Autumn Scene in Yellows & Greens

Terrified and wounded, the prey struggles on,//
but, harried, dies.

Maple Leaves in Reds

My absolutely favourite piece of classical music with
The Scenes of Finnish Autumn taken by me
for Your Pleasure and Enjoyment!

Riihele xx.

© Photos: By Riihele. All rights reserved.

Wanted: No Shrinking Violets

Velvet gloves

Photo: Family, makeover Riihele

iron fist/ hand in the velvet glove The iron hand as a symbol of powerful control is found from the early 1700s (the iron fist appears in 1740), but Thomas Carlyle attributes the coining of the expression ‘the iron hand in a velvet glove’, to mean autocratic rule beneath a softer exterior, to Napoleon, although it has also been attributed to other, earlier rulers. The expression is highly variable, iron fist being as common as iron hand and other variants including steel fist mailet fist and silk glove.

Source: Expressions & Sayings at Tiscali.co.uk

“Velvet gloves – iron fist!” That is the thought for today’s Newsies. These poshest of the posh hands in the velvet gloves belong to my Baby Girl. Cool, hey?

What has been on my mind lately is that this week* there was the celebration in Finland for the 100-years of the equal and universal voting rights for both men and women in Finland along with the fact that the Finnish parliament is celebrating also the centenary of its existence.

Finland was the first country in the world to give these rights to all and sundry of her citizens that were over the age of 24 years.The first 19 ladies who were elected to the parliament in the election’s of 1907 which was the very first one after the law came into power. The figure 19 stands when put into per cent as 9,5 of the total elect parliamentarians at the time. Today the numbers are 75 ladies and in per cent as 35,7 per cent of the total and also, anybody over 18-years can vote here in Finland. A hundred years later and only just over a third are women. Hmmm…I wrote some time back these thoughts in this entry about the women and ‘thinking’ plus politics.

It is true that New Zealand gave the women the rights to vote in 1893, though, her right for standing up for election was not granted until long afterwards. Also, Australia in 1903 allowed the dames to vote but they were not as full elected members until well into the 1950’s. In Britain the universal rights were given in 1928 and in Switzerland 1971 the ladies had the right to vote. Interesting.

Last month the first five women* in Kuwait were able to put up their names for the electorate for the first time ever in their country. Well done, I say. We will see at the end of this month how they did as the elections are scheduled to be held on the 29th of June. Quoting the BBC article by Julia Wheeler thus: “…all Kuwaiti-born citizens over 30 can stand if they know how to read and write Arabic are registered on the electoral roll and do not have a criminal record.”

Another factor – lads, BTW, I am not a fiercely angry feminist but I am a very feminine lady who knows where she is at – is the unequal pay for the women for an equally demanding work where both have the same or similar education and experience. I wrote about it in this entry in here. Even in Scandinavia that is supposed to be the most equal part of the world in almost every way to the dames – the dame’s dollar/euro/krona is still only about 80 per cent of the man’s.

One thing that really, really bothers me in this Land of mine – Finland – is the extreme violence that so many women are subjected to daily by their spouses. I take that there are some and these days even more of the hostile women to men as well. No doubt about that. Still the figures show that every 6 minutes a female in this land is attacked by her spouse, every day 246 women are attacked physically by a male and every second week one dies due to the injuries and violence by the man in her life. Shocking.

On the one hand there are the great rights to vote – that is great – and then on the other hand this horrid violence. I did not know this until I returned back here. This is the reason I was quite stunned about the Amnesty International taking this violence issue up with the Finnish government and the authorities in general.

This violence in my mind is the sign of a very uncivilized country and society in its very basics.

Tis for Tis from the deeply thinking, wondering, pondering Riihele xx.

I will add the link to a site called Education Wife Assault‘ and it’s about Emotional Abuse among other things.