I hated Thanksgiving for so many years. It was my nightmare Holiday and I was always glad when it was over. Thanksgiving is a cruel Holiday when you don’t have family left; it makes you feel like an outsider looking in.
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“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” ~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Just the plain sight of the vacuum cleaner, throws our older dogs into despair and panic mood and each and every time I try to clean our living room floor, we go through the same procedure.
They stop whatever they are doing and act like their life would be in immediate danger. No other machine in, or around the house causes so much panic, not even the lawn mower or the yard blower.
How about we would finally dedicate a whole day in each and every country to The Forgotten? The ones nobody talks about it anymore. The orphans, the ones without family, don’t they deserve a special day as well?
I remember the last day in school, like it was yesterday -it was 35 years ago. I had spent the last 9 years here at the boarding school, so far away from home and it felt bitter sweet. We all were excited, children and adults were running around like chickens. It was time for our theater play, afterwards the nuns and our choir would sing for the last time, before it was time to part.
Not often, but sometimes idealistic people will step in the ring and fight against the cold, cruel world and land a knock-out, personally I wish it would happen more often.
Cooking is my passion and standing in the kitchen, with Dean Martin singing in the background and cooking for friends and family, brings joy into my heart. I learned cooking from the best cook I have ever known, my Grandmother. She could make delicious meals out of nothing, she never used a recipe and she taught me the true meaning of important measurements like “a little bit” and the most most important one “to taste”.
We don’t have children, so I might not be able to spread the joy in the same way, but I hope from the bottom of my heart, that I will be playing in the mud just for the fun of it…later on, when I will be an old Lady.
It is hard to surprise me, but this small movie did. A friend send it to me on Mother’s Day and it left me speechless and smiling. I just didn’t…
“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, looked at me and gave me the receipt. He meant well, so do all the others, wishing me the same thing over and over since years. Now I just smile politely, a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes and everybody who knows me, would notice. The strangers in the stores they don’t know me, they don’t notice. How could they? It’s their job to be polite to customers. They mean no harm. The younger ones, who don’t have children, think about their own mothers. The older ones, who have children smile, think about their own kids. It’s natural…so it seems.