Peter Hill onnitteli tytärtään Laurel Hilliä, joka valmistui Calumetin lukiosta Michiganissa toukokuussa. Laurel suunnittelee opiskelevansa kesän jälkeen vuoden Reisjärven opistossa.
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Peter Hill onnitteli tytärtään Laurel Hilliä, joka valmistui Calumetin lukiosta Michiganissa toukokuussa. Laurel suunnittelee opiskelevansa kesän jälkeen vuoden Reisjärven opistossa.
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Laurel: Mitä eroa sillä on, kun kysyy ymmärtääkseen tai kyseenalaistaa epäillen? Miten selittäisit eron?
I sometimes see a fellow traveler of the way sitting alone at services. I wonder what brought them there to sit alone. I seldom find strength to go talk to them. Imagine arriving at services and no one notices you; no one speaks to you.
”Many thanks for sending your sample blog text to Päivämies! We would like to invite you to start as a new online blogger.”
I used to write a column for Päivämies. That was a fun project. Sometimes I had problems meeting the deadline. It was a big relief to be able to put the typewritten pages into an envelope in the morning and drop the letter into the mailbox on my way to work. Sometimes, however, I wrote the next column while still working on the previous one.
I am spooning porridge into my youngest child’s mouth. Or trying to. He is shaking his head right and left, stretching his back, turning his body around, trying to reach things, keeping his lips shut tight. He pays no attention to my threats that he won’t stay on the healthy growth curves if he does not eat. I give him pieces of cooked vegetables that he can pick up himself and eat. He takes a couple of bites and pushes them away. Frustrated, I wonder why simple eating can be so difficult. But then I remember something from my childhood. I was around 6 years old, sitting on the floor with my sister. We were surrounded by dolls and dolls’ clothes, our own clothes, drawing paper, crayons and stickers. We had been ordered to take away the glass jar full of ladybirds that we had collected the previous day, although we would have liked to have kept them as pets. Mother had told us to tidy our room, but it seemed too much work. We had not even started tidying when mother already called us to eat. We wondered which would be less fun, to tidy our room or to eat. Both seemed like punishments. Time has eliminated this problem, at least as far as eating is concerned.
Tying the belt, I walk quickly to the door. It could be the chairman of the housing association. Have I forgotten to pay my water bill?
I lay in bed curled up, staring into the darkness. As the pain intensified, grief encompassed my mind, my body, my whole being.
When I woke up the first-grader, she felt and looked feverish. Was that why she had slept so restlessly? She had wanted to come into our bed and had then tossed and turned all night. I felt I had hardly slept at all. I took her temperature, gave her some medicine and made breakfast.
Imagine yourself at a normal weekday meal. You hear the clatter of spoons and smell the aroma of hot soup. There is the hum of conversation with occasional silent moments. And then, all of a sudden, you feel small arms around you and see the sunny face of a child. “She is so nice. This mommy is so sweet. I love you very, very much.”
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