We had a beach cabin that we would go to for two or three weeks during summer.
There was no electricity but we had the best time spending time there.
I remember we would go swimming in the sea under the blistering sun, white hot sand that we had to run on as fast as we could to sit on the porch where my dad had assembled "the porch table" that it was nothing more than the wooden kitchen door that doubled as furniture because that is all we had.
Then he would place a big majolica bowl filled with an expertly sliced cooled watermelon...oh man I am tearing up here: The sweet flavor of the ripe cool fruit against our parched salty tongues felt like heaven. The smell of sea and fruit and salt and sand.
Lol I am right there with you.
In my teenage years I dressed all black, tons of black eyeliner, etc. And scoffed at anything pastel or pink. Now? Well now I have purple hair, rainbow shoes, colorful pants and whatever ticks my fancy.
When my brother cuestioned me I told him that since I wore all black for a long time (still do from time to time) I loved colorful outfits now and he was like "Well, you know you don't have to make up for it, right?"
Oh ffs just leave me alone. No one cares and it makes me happy.
So sorry your mom behaved like that. Mine would say "Oh you got birthday money from grandpa? Here, I'll save it for you" and of course when I wanted it back, she would get bent out of shape yelling that she had given me life and she wasn't expecting anything in return So why should I. Awful all around.
I never thought about this topic like this.
FWIW I've done both. Always got financial help (Dad payed for my car, stuff that was not covered by scholarships, vacation, extra curricular classes or interests, etc.) and then when he lost his job I helped financially for a bit while he got up on his feet again.
I miss him everyday ❤️
Last week my kid's mare got spooked by a plastic bag while said kid was riding her.
They never flinched and everything was under control in a few seconds but you bet I was unable to breath while watching from afar.
Oh I've been there too! Read about it while planning my pregnancy. It made me feel so paranoic that I got the test done twice just in case. I never got sick with it, but paranoia was a removed.
Since then I have gotten mental health help to deal with anxiety etc.
She was selected and placed there as a mere puppet of current president amlo. México is indeed a narco governement but people who don't actuallly experience it first hand living it every day think that this facade is true.
She was married to a guy who was investigated for embezzlent but got off the hook because of political contacts.
Her father was a chemist who owned a solvent factory (he has passed away and she inherited the business) with very sketchy practices regarding toxic waste management. Factory is still hers and it still operating under the same principles.
You sure are a pb&jelly connoiseur! I like your comments about the different kinds of jellies, jam, etc. I have never tried prickly pear but it sounds delicious.
My personal favorite is passion fruit jam but I also like red currant jelly.
Gray rocking all day, everyday.