Memory Lane

A snowbow over the boys aplaca house, taken
on Boxing Day

It was a relief to finish work last week. I love my work and enjoy doing research, but I needed a change and some rest. Unfortunately, one the first jobs after finishing was to take my new computer in for repairs. As I mentioned last week, I accidentally managed to shut a usb stick in my brand new, hours old computer, causing the screen to crack. I had to drive into the repair centre in Riga on a snowy day. The roads were not good out of our village, as they hadn't been ploughed that early in the morning. Thank goodness for a 4x4. It still meant that an hour and half drive became a 2 hour drive, which was a bit inconvenient as I had an online conference call to take. 

Oh it was good to see some sunshine

A very picturesque outhouse.
Still a bit chilly to be using at
this time of the year.

Anyway I got into the repair centre and the lady spent all of five minutes showing my computer to the repair guy and came back to tell me that it would need the complete screen to be renewed at a cost just shy of €600. I was not thrilled to say the least. I think I confused the lady a bit and there wasn't a great deal of empathy. It was just a repair job to her and I understand that. By the time I had finished in there, I felt more like crying in rage and frustration. Not because of the way I was dealt with at all, but just the stupidity of the situation, that such a small and insignificant act entailed such a massive repair bill, especially when I had just forked out the money for a new one.

Eyre following Ian on another chilly walk. A bit
trickier than the last time. They are jumping
in out of the tracks that Ian makes.

Ewww! This white stuff!

Anyway there wasn't really time to dwell on it there and then, I had the conference call to take in the car. Fortunately, that was a very pleasant time. It made a change to be on the receiving end of questions as they were interviewing me about my thoughts on moving into the Vidzeme region of Latvia. After an hour chatting about the joys of living in Vidzeme and some of the difficulties for an immigrant, with little language skills and no access to lessons locally, I then set off back home. Getting into Riga was fairly straightforward as I knew most of the route, but getting out of Riga was a bit trickier and I argued with Google maps on several occasions, partly due to roadworks and telling me to take turnings that did not exist. I finally made it onto a road I knew and turned her off. 

The white stuff is pretty though

Now that's what you call a Christmas tree!

Once out of the city I did have time to dwell on the computer mishap and I wasn't in a happy place at all. When I got back to our apartment, I emailed Ian to let him know I was back home and would have some lunch before going out to pick him up. I noticed that I had an email from a friend asking about the computer. I let him know the result of my trip and got a very empathetic reply back. It was enough to set me on a more even keel. Although the next few days were a bit up and down emotionally. I still had to remind myself that it is only money and it's only a computer. 

Christmas card material.

This year's Christmas tree. It's 
just the right shape and 
proportion I think.

On Christmas Eve I continued a job I started last week of tidying up in our dump room. That at least had a cathartic quality about it. Helping me to get some of my thoughts organised too. I still wasn't in a particularly happy place but it was made much better when Ian turned up with a rather nice Christmas tree he found out on our land. I wasn't sure if he would remember or not and couldn't be bothered to remind him - that's how low I was feeling. He at least had the foresight to get the Christmas tree when it started to look a bit dark as the promised snow edged closer. By the time he got back to the apartment there was already a few centimetres cover. 

I love the patterns of the tree against the sky.

Nope! I'm not going out in that stuff!

On of the joys of living in rural Latvia is Christmas away from commercialism. Christmas is therefore taken at a relaxing pace. Unusually this year I spent quite a bit of time sourcing presents for the family from places from the UK via the internet and avoiding using Amazon. Normally I buy things from Latvia or make them. Most of the presents arrived on time, I'm glad to say. One was reposted via courier but the original also turned up late on Christmas Eve. It had taken three weeks to get from Scotland to the south of England. It was nice that they tried to make sure that my son and family at least got their present though. My parents are the only ones still waiting but I had organised for theirs to arrive after Christmas anyway for a reason, so hopefully they will get theirs next week. There was an update on my errant seeds. They arrived in Portugal on the 18th November and on the 18th December they moved.... to the international department. I wonder if that is the postal equivalent of putting someone in a removal centre prior to deportation? If so when will they be deported and to where? The saga continues.

I'm quite happy just sitting here. By the way
can you spot a certain little pussy cat?

Oh go on then! 

I spent Christmas day mainly on my own but I had a happy time taking a trip down memory lane sat in the middle of the hallway surrounded by papers. I was finally onto the last part of my sorting out. Two boxes that had travelled the world really needed a good sorting out. The box mainly contained stuff that the kids had written or drawn when they were little. Most pieces were connected with memories, some were complete mysteries. We had a WhatsApp chat going about random things that was amusing to join in and I posted some things my kids had done. I had to laugh at one card that explained that I was really old now I had reached the grand old age of 31 years old. My youngest reached that age over the weekend. They were all officially old now in their kids eyes and I took great delight in informing them of this.

I think Rocket Ron has been spotted

May be I can hide here? Nope! Ian had to rescue
Rocket Ron before he spooked Turbjørn

Another was a Mothers Day card with a picture of me ironing. I asked for an explanation! After all, the sight of me ironing anyway was a very rare one. My daughter had to confess, she wouldn't be best pleased to receive a card like that now. How time changes ones perception. There was a very mysterious elephant mask and I had no idea who had made it. One of my son's, who's not renowned for his memory, said that funnily enough he remembers making that. And so the exchanges went on, with me posting another piece of artwork or a memory raised. It was just what I needed. I was in a happy mood when I called it a day and went to start the evening Christmas meal for when Ian got back.

The greenhouse with a festive Christmas hat on

Josefs has been having a roll in the snow

The next day was spent out on the land. We attempted a Zoom call with the family but with everyone escaping the city for the countryside due to the lockdowns our internet is diabolical. We just about lasted but couldn't really interact well with everyone. It was worth a try though. I'm sure there is a way of making it work better for us and we might just have to prime the kids to take turns doing something next year. It was still fun at least to say hello to everyone wherever they were. After that Ian and I went out for a snowy walk. The snow was just deep enough for me to have to follow him and walk in his tracks. Definitely a white Christmas this year, even if it was only just.

Mari enjoying her ice-cream

These girls are enjoying the snow at least. I think
they've been photobombed!

The last few days I've been going through the old photographs and sorting them out. Many had no details on them. Now they are at least filed under a year with some rudimentary description, such as names, maybe places and the event. The job was made partly easier by being able to email my mother and find out about some of the pictures and newspaper clippings that I had from our side of the family. That set my mother off on a trip down memory lane too. It was fun to hear some of the details that I either didn't remember because I was too young, or didn't know anyway. I remembered my Nana was from Cumbria and guessed that a newspaper clipping of a house for sale in Rowrah would be connected to her. I seem to remember going there or people talking about that place and my Mum filled in the details. It was indeed a place I had been to and was the family home of my Nan's family. The little clipping is now in an envelope with the story behind it written on the outside. Hopefully it will connect our kids to their own sense of history at some point in the future.

A close up of Silla

The photobomber herself!

On a more serious note, Latvia has not done well in the latest wave of Covid19. Numbers climbed high last week. Over the Christmas break itself the numbers dropped but maybe due to less testing, so I'm not so sure whether this is due to the effects of the increased measures or not. For the first time since the emergence of this disease back at the beginning of the year our area has more than five people infected. Many of the weeks we had zero. It has felt a very safe place to be and still is relatively speaking. I do wonder though to what extent the arrival of Covid here is due to people returning from abroad or escaping the city where the incidence is much higher. Hospital care this far out is not so easy to access and the population is older making it more vulnerable. Let's hope the break means people hibernate, which fortunately is a bit of a national trait.

Ginger Tom also followed Ian on his walk

It's a bit high for a little kitten

Following in Ian's tracks. Eyre looks like she isn't
sure this was a good move

A very white Christmas indeed.

Oak in festive mood too

Sunrise this morning. Later on in the morning I
saw three deer racing across the gardens, closely
followed by a dog. It was amazing to see how 
far they could bound. The dog fortunately did
not stand a chance against these three young males.