Bloganuary: Memorable gift is not a thing

a gift
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When people think about the most memorable gift they’ve received, they think about something material. But for me, it’s a gift I’m given before birth. Or I don’t know how I got it. It comes; naturally, that’s for sure. I have the gift of imagination. I’m good at making up stories. They say reading books develop your imagination, but I’m not a book reader. There are other ways. You can get it by watching movies or television shows. You can find inspiration from daily life. You don’t get better at anything without doing it all the time. Knowing how to write is a gift a lot of people have. Anyone can write anything, but it doesn’t come naturally for everyone. I’m happy I know I’m good at something. I might not make money out of it, but it’s the most memorable gift ever.

Bloganuary: Dull family tree

I’ve never done any family tree research. I haven’t had any contact with my relatives. My family tree is dull; that’s what I know. The relatives on my mother’s side were mostly money hungry and full of themselves. The relatives on my father’s side are better. About three years ago (or 4), I found out I have a cousin. She’s the only one I have any contact with. My cousin also has a sister, but she lives with her family in another city. My dad has a half-sister that he sometimes calls. She’s over 90 years old. It’s been a while since we met last. It was mostly because of covid.

That’s how far back my family tree can go, to the present. But I have photos of a tree. Enjoy the pictures of the tree in the front yard of my dad’s building. It was supposed to be taken down, but they haven’t yet.

Winter rain

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Winter Rain

We have snow

It’s nice

But then the rain comes to spoil it all

Winter rain, the party pooper

Snow is better than sleet

But that’s the weather for you in Finland

Rain is good in the summer

But winter rain, no way

It all becomes grey

Snow is light

But winter rain takes the fun away