And I said to God: “Thy will be done, but, please, could you see to it that the next man I meet has some money.” Continue reading
Life As I See It
THE WALLET
The sky overhead was painfully blue as only the Madrid sky can be; not even a wisp of cloud blemished its blueness. The sun beat down on the pavement, blinding visitors and natives alike as they wandered about La Puerta del Sol, Madrid’s central square. 
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AS THE BIRD FLIES, SO COMETH THE SPRING
Today I found myself singing an oldie way back from 1957. Pat Boone was the crooner and the song When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano. Boy! Does that bring back memories and fill the heart with nostalgia. All because in Salies it is time for the cranes to fly over on their migration back north and fly they did!
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REASSESSMENT
February 22nd is George Washington’s Birthday; it is also Luis Buñuel’s (the Spanish movie director) birthday. Andddddddddd it is my son’s birthday: number forty-eight. 
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HAVING THE COCKROACH
French is entertaining sometimes especially concerning expressive phrases. If someone is really bothering you, you can say “she breaks my feet” (me casse les pieds) and when you are feeling down it is “having the cockroach” (j’ai le cafard). 
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FREE FLOATING
Strange… I was going to say rootless, but suddenly the term above came to me and it sounded much truer. It was something I realized on Sunday, when Kiwi-san and I went for lunch and a game of Scrabble to a friend’s house. Continue reading
THINKING
“You can’t let go of a stressful thought,
because you didn’t create it in the first place.
A thought just appears. You are not doing it.
You can’t let go of what you have no control over.
Once you have questioned the thought,
you don’t let go of it, it lets go of you.”
(Byron Katie, A Thousand Names for Joy)
Thinking is something we can’t help doing; it just happens; there is nothing we can do about it. Oh yes, one can meditate and apparently there are instants where thought is not, but what has happened is that we have taken our attention elsewhere and it no longer registers thought. Continue reading
TOMATOES
That is pronounced with a short “a” as the English pronounce it and not with the long “a” as one can hear it in the USA. Why? Because my father, who was brought up by English nannies so that he would learn to speak proper Shakespearian back then in Jerez de la Frontera (Spain) pronounced it that way, so my mother pronounced it that way and I dare say my grandmother and grandfather (if I ever heard them mention tomatoes) pronounced it that way too. Continue reading
INTERNET GRAFFITI
Blogging is not writing; it is
graffiti with punctuation.
(Contagion, the film)
Last night was a momentous moment (can one say that: momentous moment? Oh, well…): I finally beat Kiwi-san at Scrabble and by a humongous 119 points!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is after at least twenty-five games where I have been miserably beaten and one where I almost won (one/won, hmmmm). Continue reading
2012, THE BEGINNING
There! It has begun! And the miracle, I simply must write even if only a paragraph. The sky bright blue, a sun that has been washed and re-washed by weeks of rain has burst through. Everything glows and glitters, Continue reading
Writing a life 