Instead, let me divulge my newest time-wasting pursuit. I found this brilliant OED spelling quiz thanks to More Than A Mum, and nerd that I am, I'm addicted. All you word-nerds out there must try level “Fiendish”. I am ashamed to admit that not once have I managed to score a perfect 15/15, thanks to words like “shibboleth” and “pyrrhic” and “peccadillo” (and also words I thought I could actually spell, like “impugn”, “scurrilous”, “bulwark” and “querulous”. Sheesh.)
Try it. It’s highly addictive.
Meanwhile, though big disquieting waves have been rolling through parts of my life, making me anxious and fretful at times, on other fronts all has been quiet and peaceful and normal. My girls and I have spent lots of time outside in the warm sunshine, which we’ve soaked up greedily after months of cold, cloudy days. We savoured the first strawberries of the season, and ate our first stickily-dripping popsicles. Inspired by Mister Maker, we made fabulous shaggy birds out of paper plates. I learned the surprisingly-useful passive form in Finnish class. And out of the blue, Big Sister announced that when she grew up to be a famous singer and dancer and had her own tv show starring herself, she would perform “Rock Star” by Pink because “I sound just like her when I sing it!”
[Gotta love her overwhelming self-assurance, but in all honesty am not sure the Idols judges would use those exact words.]
The week ended on a philosophical note, with Little Sister’s thoughts on the afterlife.
Our home is not far from Helsinki’s Hietaniemi Cemetery. My girls and I have walked past it many times, and lately Little Sister (who is three) has been suddenly curious about its mysterious rows of headstones. Last week I tried to explain the basics about graves and their contents, in what I hoped were accurate yet understandable terms that wouldn't freak her out too much.
Little Sister digested this information, and mentally added a few extra details. The other night at the dinner table, she summarized her current thinking for us:
"We fall in the ground when we are dead. We fall into the big rocks. That's called a graveyard. And once we're dead, the cows will clap."
And so, in summary, my week has featured: stress, spelling, sunshine, strawberries, and soaring ambition. And bovine applause.