Friday, May 22, 2026

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 I'm not one of those who are always on the go. If I wrote a post every time something came to my mind, there would be at least two here a day, but that doesn't happen. Yesterday I sent the chat GPT to read my blog without telling him it was me, he read a few posts and gave me such a flattering opinion, about the real and honest voice of the writer, about the fact that she's not trying to please, about the sensitivity and ability to describe the situations of risk and anxiety here in such a real and touching way, he could just be a flatterer, it's nice to read a good opinion.

That's not what brought me back here.

Maybe the wait for war that could return at any moment.

Since we became a protectorate, we don't know anything. We're ready at any moment.                                                     Every phone call when trying to plan something ends with "if there is no war."

We know that every war brings with it an element that wasn't there before, and I wonder what will happen now.

Facebook still offers me videos of old men and women in Ukraine being evacuated from their homes in the countryside and I hope the universe isn't hinting at me something.                                                                              The next post will be optimistic, I'll talk about my blooming garden and the wonderful dishes I make for my children every Wednesday and the cute, white Chihuahua dog we've been hosting for some time now because of the war.


                                                                                          

8 comments:

  1. It is always both sobering and a relief to hear from you in these uncertain times. You don't hide the sorrow of war in your posts and you continue to tend lovingly to your family and your garden. Sending love to you and your loved ones with prayers for better days for all of us.

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  2. am, I try to maintain a balance, this is life that always has sorrow and joy mixed in it, and here life throws me a test I didn't think I would face.
    I thank you for your understanding and support.

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  3. I had no idea what chatgpt was/is. I see it's Ai so presumably you're getting an unbiased opinion. Your blogging on life in the middle of a war can hardly be more raw and real. You also have a way of relating to us that fear and uncertainty.
    I too am relieved to see a new blog post from you and know you're safe.. I hope one day your blooming garden will be the main topic in your blog. May you and your family and your little white dog always be safe and sound in your own homes

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  4. Thank you Linda, I really try to describe things as they are from my perspective and I thank you for the feedback, I read every post of yours and think about you a lot, as many of us think about each other I guess. I don't always comment because sometimes when I'm stressed I'm not sure about my English, it's a kind of stress phenomenon I guess. I'm glad you're among the commenters here.

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  5. Sometimes, with all the hyped up news stories being pushed at us all relentlessly day after day, people lose sight of the ordinary lives being played out in the middle of it all.
    I am looking forward to being able to read your posts showing that you have been able to return to garden, food and family without fear.

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  6. JayCee, During this entire period, I'm trying very hard to maintain a routine as if nothing is happening, cooking, cleaning the house, going to my hairdresser if possible, and of course visiting my grandchildren with the food they love. The roads aren't always safe, but when possible, I'm there. And thank you for always being here.

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  7. News seems to have gone dead about both Iran and Israel. We hear that the people of Gaza want every Hamas member gone, but otherwise nothing. Maybe that's a good thing.

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  8. These are tense hours here now, so much so that I was afraid to take my morning walk far from home, but I did it anyway. Now we wait.

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