Today I am mighty-proud-of-myself Bridget. I think I might have done some good today, which of course would be so much better if I didn’t gloat about it, but what can I say, I don’t believe in heaven or any other afterlife-reward-system, so I suppose in my case, it doesn’t matter. Continue reading
I made it through the State of the Union address last night. The speech itself was a typical Trump speech, which means it wasn’t a speech at all. It was the same as always, a Trump celebration full of alternative facts. Sorry, this is too good to let go!
The Iowa caucus will be held today. The Democratic Party members will meet at a public place, and discuss the candidates and general issues. Instead of using voting booths, they stand together in groups, supporting different candidates. It’s more of a neighborhood meeting, a gettogether between friends and neighbors. Continue reading
Most and foremost, don’t ever write about religion, because good lord almighty you might rattle the boat. It’s almost as bad as writing about politics! Which is -if you live in the United (divided) States of America, perhaps the biggest blogging offense you can commit. Continue reading
In “New Amsterdam” a rather new TV series meant to show us how health care could work, the character Max, the medical director of the hospital, sits in the waiting room of the pediatric department, waiting to have his six months old daughter looked at by a pediatrician. Beside him sits a lady waiting with her daughter. Continue reading
Going back in time, I recall our short vacations in Italy. Remember, I was born and raised >>>here<<<. Right after lunch, before the shops closed during the hot afternoons, one of us kids was sent to a magazine stand to pick up a German or Austrian newspaper, which by then was three days old. We lived! Nothing was so dramatic back then. Continue reading