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It’s too cold to go for an early walk. -2F in the morning, I am staying inside in the warm house, we are waiting for the snowstorm that will come through later on.
Tag: <span>my life</span>
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Almost forty years ago, in my first 30 minutes in the US, while taking the bus from the airport to the hotel, I met the most overweight person I have ever seen in my life.
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I feel a lot — sometimes, too much. Too intensely, too close. There are so many things that emotionally challenge me, sometimes draining all my energy. I wish I could just switch it off. Like the TV, when the program gets too loud, too hectic.
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When I mention that I was raised by nuns people look at me funny, like I just confessed that I grew up with wolves. It’s true though, I spent ten years in a boarding school that was part of a convent of the Salesian Sisters.
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I am not sure if it was the dumbest or the smartest thing we ever did, but at the end of 2024, it was all set in stone. We all would go under the knife in the first quarter of the New Year. Two humans and a dog named Patches – our second dog Vader was spared the surgery frenzy.
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“What’s the name of that cow?” the little boy asked. He was a city kid. His parents had booked room and board for the summer at our farmhouse. Summer Vacation On A Farm –
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I promise I wanted one yogurt, not 19. 🙂 Mango yogurt, dairy-free, made from coconut milk. It’s my favorite but I almost fainted when I opened the grocery bag. It made me laugh, but it also showed me to double-check all the orders I call in.
Daily writing prompt
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
The view of life, the interpretation of one’s own point of view, in my opinion, is always influenced by the passage of time. The passage of time is always a companion on which the negative of life is dumped. The passage of time is to blame for the fact that the good times are long gone. Everything was better back then, or so it seems.
When we lost everything I left chests and shoeboxes of old pictures from all over the world behind, and only grabbed a few and now they are parked somewhere under a bed or in a closet.
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5:55 am today. Life at its best.
My husband, who just left to go to work, came back into the house, shouting: “Honey, porch pirates got into a box last night.”