#SelfishLiving

It's a summer moment, picking wild blueberries in the bush behind my house.
The blueberries simmer gently in a Le Creuset pot, slowly becoming jam 💙
(Report: This is a lie, she doesn't own that pot)
My mornings begin with yogurt topped with homemade Nordic blueberry jam 💙
(Mostly, I'm just gnawing on bread with coffee and milk.)
A rich, soul-soothing time.
(I've never seen her soul soothed!)
I thought to myself, "Isn't this like a natural, simple, and wonderful Nordic lifestyle, #slowliving. Hehehe 💙," when suddenly my eyes fell upon nearly 30 tiny specks on my right hand and arm.
I thought maybe some grass seeds had gotten on me, and straining my hybrid near and far-sighted eyes to focus, I saw that all those specks were ticks 💙
No wonder they wouldn't brush off with my hand. They were clinging on.
Grrr, give me blood! I won't let go!

And so, the "flustered auntie trying to live a slow life" is complete, clutching a bowl of blueberries with tick-covered arms and running around in a panic.
Afterwards, frantically washing my arm at home, the ticks washed down the drain.
Bye-bye, ticks.
This is the true face of a natural lifestyle, isn't it?
It was my own fault for sticking my hand into a tick nest.
#notalifestyleofslowliving

There are two main types of diseases transmitted by ticks: bacterial and viral. If you're unlucky, the viral type can cause inflammation of the brain.
Fortunately, there's a vaccine for that virus, which I get every few years.
Some ticks are very small, and a few days after being in the forest, I might feel an itch in one spot. When I ask my family to check, a tick might be found still attached.
They're smaller than sesame seeds, so removing them requires a bit of skill.
There are even special tweezers sold in pharmacies for removing attached ticks from the skin.
Oh, no, ticks.
But I want to pick blueberries, and I don't want to get sick.
#cannotletgoofdesire

From mid-June to early July, an 18-year-old Japanese boy, born in Stockholm and raised in Uppsala, traveled to Japan with a classmate friend from Uppsala, visiting Tokyo, Kyoto, and Hiroshima.
They were surprised by the size of Tokyo, enjoyed delicious food, were blown away by the Shinkansen, overwhelmed by the history in Kyoto, and shed tears at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum.
Personally, I found their reports entertaining: both were surprised that the Shinkansen announced a 30-second delay, and the hotel staff apologized so profusely for a broken refrigerator that it made them uncomfortable.
There was laughter and tears.
After seeing the exhibits at the Peace Memorial Museum, he said tears came when he saw the current landscape of Hiroshima through the long, narrow windows lining the building, "I cried so much..."
From September, these two young men will go to different schools to study biology and physics.
I hope they create a smart and harmonious world.
Auntie, who unilaterally places great hope in children and young people.
#hopeinouryouth

Everyone, thanks to you, the big project (lol) of replacing the roof tiles is finished.
The sparkling new roof tiles are so dazzling they bring tears to my eyes.
It's a gift of your love for vintage and antique items.
Thank you always.

The hedge is also complete, and the next day, a deer probably gave it a thorough taste test. Even though the trees don't look very tasty. One might die.
It seems the deer expressed its anger to me, saying, "Why did you plant trees in my path, you 🦌 (# ﾟДﾟ)!"
Indeed, saying "this far is my land" is an arbitrary human decision.