Been running

nonstop: work, parents' night at secondary school till eight, pick-up of daughter A.

Luckily I didn't fall over the edge.

"Muisti" = Memory
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A memory:

I was on my twenties and had returned to stay at my parents for the long summer holidays and to work at the shipyard in the city nearby (my fourth and last summer at the shipyards).

One morning a neighbor stopped by and offered to give me a ride to work. He started the chat asking how my dad was doing these days and if he's had any luck with fishing lately. Then continued with a friendly laugh, "We've been wondering what's the old man doing out there hardly getting any fish at all. Like in winter, staying long hours alone on the ice just fixing his nets and he never gets anything!" I knew exactly what he was talking about, having spent numerous hours myself as a kid with my dad on the ice. I think I mumbled something polite feeling a bit embarrassed.

And it took me some time to get at least a clue.

A few years later, I was backpacking with my husband in the North of Sweden. We had set a target to reach one of the tops in two max three days by walking. At first it went well and we kept a good pace. Then the mountain wind came like it can be out there making it tough to proceed. At some point we had to give up and stop, put up a tent behind a rock. And sleep, I think I slept 14 hours at one go. And then woke up realizing we wouldn't make it to the top. We continued the walk but with no hurry. The wind had quieted down.

And that's when I started to actually see things around me, like the very modest flora. And it appeared to me that, possibly, reaching the top was all nonsense. And I got my clue.