The school is out, and some of the neighbor kids are back in my workroom. Like every year, they babysit me during the day and make sure I stay out of trouble until my husband comes home. That’s the official version, and they stick to it.
Tag: <span>books</span>
I have a theory about Trump voters. First and foremost, there is the party voter. They follow blindly, just like an old woman in Ohio stated. “I am committed to supporting the conservative party, even if it’s being led by the “Jackass” Donald Trump.”
“The genius of apartheid was convincing people who were the overwhelming majority to turn on each other. Apart-hate is what it was. You separate people into groups and make them hate on another so you can run them all.”
“And that is why I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.
Santa brought me a tablet for Christmas. Furthermore, this year Santa tried to be very sneaky and he used the Amazon account of a good friend instead of our own, to hide his tracks from Mrs. Santa.
I remember the time when I was still struggling to learn English, and how hard I tried to learn quickly. Back then the people around me didn’t dare to ask me what I wanted to do because they always got the same answer. “Read with me, please.”
I love audiobooks. What a great way to get to know a book by listening to it.
The other day we were working on a project and my helper -the young women I will soon tell you about -and I listened to “A Man Called Ove.” We worked quietly, we were both captured by the story.
One of my most valuable English lessons came out of a book.
“You alarm me!’ said the King. ‘I feel faint—Give me a ham sandwich!’
On which the Messenger, to Alice’s great amusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it greedily.
What’s your most memorable (good or bad) airplane flight?
Many years ago I booked a flight to Gran Canaria, one of the Spanish, Canary Islands. Only three people boarded the plane – I was one of them. It made me feel very uncomfortable; an almost empty plane is spooky. I looked at all the vacant seats and wondered what had happened.
“Sacrifice.” It means to endure a loss, to give something up that is worth a lot, for the sake of others. It means putting someone else’s needs above your own. To sacrifice is to suffer so that others benefit from it. The suffering part, that’s what bothers me.