“Respect has to be earned,” one of the many wrong statements I made when I was younger, and which I now would like to retract. I didn’t know it better, had been blinded by the vanity and confidence of my youth. Now, years later, getting older has given me a different outlook, perhaps even a sprinkle of wisdom.
I was listening to the hearing, or should we name it THE GRILLING of Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson before the Senate Judiciary Committee, and the same thought came to my mind over and over. “We deserve better!”
Our truck was parked in the mud, hidden behind the kitchen building on private property, so a repo driver looking for it could not easily spot it. Would they even find us? Did the truck have a GPS tracker we didn’t know about? Technically, it wasn’t our vehicle anymore, by then it had fallen back to the bank because we had been unable to make the monthly payment we had agreed on. A contract on a piece of paper, isn’t it like a promise?
Why do we make our beds in the morning, if we slip right under the same sheets in the evening?
Every morning in boarding school at 5:30 a.m. Sister Theresa opened the door to our bedroom, she cheerfully wished us GUTEN MORGEN before she drew back the curtains and opened the tall, old windows as wide as she could, even when it was snowing outside.
Closing my eyes, I can see myself as a little girl running through the fields, swirling in circles, laughing out loud. I danced to music nobody else could hear.
“Sitze still, Kind (Sit still, child)” my Grandmother often said and I did as told.
I loved to dance, I loved music. Why walk if you can hop and jump, swirl and skip?
While the midterm election is six months away, it seems the campaign circus has already started. The madness has begun, we are force-fed political, local ads every night until we start streaming again.
A king had a scary dream. He dreamt that all his teeth fell out, one after the other.
I admit it; I can be a smartass. I didn’t plan on becoming one, it just happened. It’s like an internal force is guiding me to open my mouth right then and there, and there is nothing I can do about it.
I grew up with the words “if you are ever lost or in trouble, try to find a policeman” and it made sense to me. We had two policemen in our small village, one was an Italian Carabinieri, the other one an Austrian Gendarm. Both didn’t have too much to do, nothing dramatic ever happened, at least nothing that I can recall.