So the topic is open. Is form of transportation open also or is it just driving?
I've gone to the moon and back for love.
As have most of us.
cleaning ladies coming this morning, six little bags lined up with two kinds of home made cookies in them, a bottle of good Italian wine,
chocolates and candies and a little pay envelope. They do well, and never break anything. Once I got them to never touch my wall hanging art again, found two of them
dry wiping two hundred year old frames, sigh, all was well. I have the old family paintings, just faces of family, but under my care I'd like to not have all the patina rubbed off
the frames. I even caught one lady dry wiping the front of an oil painting. That's when painting cleaning came to a halt. I do it all with a small vacuum and a slightly damp microfiber cloth, ever so lightly, always extracting, never wiping in. The one four foot something Mexican lady who has been there with them from the beginning, and who just keeps working while the others blabber and smoke away on breaks, and who always has a nice smile for me, well she speaks almost no English, still...., so with a few of them, it's better to just keep them away and do it myself.
a mild little rant follows
My father told me it was one of his father's primary goals when he came through Ellis Island in 1901 to "speak good English".
He was proud to be an American and speaking the native language and not sounding foreign, in a time when foreigners were really mistreated,
(my how times have changed and perhaps come full circle). It was important to him to blend into the big melting pot. Others did things differently, keeping to communities
where the old languages were still spoken. Today, it bothers me to constantly hear the local Hispanics not speak English. 99% of them speak a language I can't understand and they
usually speak mine very poorly. And they don't care because it seems to be working just fine for them the way it is. Communication is so important.
How will they ever learn if they don't practice? It's how we learned...
I think the big difference is when you came over the oceans to get here, you knew you weren't going back. This was your new home.
Today, this huge part of our local work force doesn't see this as home nor a need to learn the language. They can just head South like caribou on migration.
Ok, off my soapbox.
It's funny, Eric's grandchildren have to learn how to "speak good English" too...
Today looks like a nice day in the 50's, may yours be nice also no matter what the temperature. TGIF
