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A Trip to the Autumn Cabin Makes Me Most Productive

A Trip to the Autumn Cabin Makes Me Most Productive
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Last weekend, for me was incredibly busy and very productive. I was actually working on some compositions with my bro-in-laws at the summer cabin, which has now transformed into the late autumn cabin. It was an occasion that had been delayed many times due to all of our family, work and other commitments but like some rare astrological alignment we managed to find that slither of time in which to make that long schlep to the forest.

The cabin is a great place to work at this time of year, the low temperature and darkness ensure that everybody fervently pulls together until we have accomplished the luxuries of light and warmth, once these tasks are completed work can commence.

Normally when at home this type of music work can be interrupted by a multitude of disturbances; domestic, parental and Simpsons-based. The wonderful thing about the cabin at this time of year is the isolation, miles away from anywhere and anyone, the lack of internet, the inhospitable climate. All these factors deny you of the chance of leisurely procrastination and instead force you into submitting to the tasks at hand.  After completing as much as possible we returned home Sunday evening; happy, tired and contented with the accomplishments of the two days prior.

The only problem I had on my mind as we returned was the fact that I had managed to nearly spend the little money that I allocate myself for the week in but a few days on supplies for our stay. I always consider venturing to the cabin as a cheap thing to do, mostly because there are no bars or requirements for public transport, but I always forget that den of trickery that is the last S-Market before we get to the cabin.

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The S-market out there is an oasis, bright lights and discount sausages, clienteled by locals who can’t help but give the old “Slaughtered Lamb” stare when they see a city boy like me strolling down the aisle blithely loading a trolley with cream cheese, lite beer and canned croissants.

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My eyes have always been bigger than my stomach (and alcohol tolerance) and once hypnotised by the bright lights and discounts I began squirreling food like a, well, Squirrel I guess.

Awaking on a grey Monday back in Vuosaari I knew that my week was going to be one of extreme frugality and boredom, nothing dampens the joie de vivre as much as knowing one has to labour with little reward.  Thankfully the library is still one of my favourite “hangouts” and our heartless capitalist overlords have yet to apply a Blockbuster Video style corporate cash extrapolation model to it……..yet.

It feels incredibly nice being a local at the library, a bit like Norm Peterson from Cheers, except the only person that knows my name at the library is the lady who I pay my fines to. You’re also not allowed to drink beer in the library, even when you bring your own!

Still as a self-confessed boring person it doesn’t take me long to become bored and by Wednesday I was pacing around the house letting out long sighs, spinning around aimlessly in my office chair trying to kill a few more days of not spending money when my girlfriend mentioned a new Chinese restaurant buffet and a special coupon that would get us a huge discount.

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Buffets in Finland are still one of my favourite past times, not only is it a cheap way to eat but also a kind of sport, I love the challenge of eating as much as I can. My spirits lifted rapidly as I sprinted to the wardrobe to put on my special buffet trousers (34” waist) and could finally indulge myself.

Boredom indeed is the father of sin.

 

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About The Author

Alec Kyle Sibbald

I am a Cambridge born musician, producer and master of frugality. When not working one of my many jobs I spend my days perusing kirpputoris searching for cheap disco records or promenading the seafront with my son hoping to spot Oyster catchers and Crested grebes. I live with my Finnish girlfriend and our two boys in the far east of Helsinki, Vuosaari.

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