Personal space is different in various places around the world. i have found that Americans and Eastern Europeans like a “personal Space” of nearly two feet, and will back up as if you are “in their face; if you get closer, even in a casual conversation, or upon an introduction to someone. In Hispanic cultures and Western European cultures, people stand much closer when speaking and are offended when we “get out of my face Americans” take a step back as they speak to us.
I have often wondered how “persona space becomes a habit among different cultures. Perhaps, we should look around and see what the locals are doing before we decided just where to stand!
This is response to a prompt on personal Space at the following link:
Often sleep is my only relief. I relish the moments when I dream of my child-alive, myself-young, my world-hopeful. Although I find it discouraging to look at sleep as the best part of my day, it sometimes is. No pain, no real bad news, I don’t have to be afraid, things are the way I wish they had been, should have been, I wake with a smile.
Sleep, even in happy times, refreshes me, gives me energy and determination. In difficult times, it gives me a moment of relief, a moment where pain is not a constant, a moment with a friend or loved one who has been taken.
We sleep about 1/3 of our life. It gives us the energy and courage to live the other 2/3. Being able to relax enough to go to sleep is a blessing in its self. And no, my friends, goodnight.
A little old man in a green top hat,
stopped by my house with a tip and a tap.
I heard the whip of a strong north wind,
and whispered, look over there my friend!
As I sat on the step, I stopped and looked over,
and there, I spied a four leafed clover.
I imagined his face, this jolly old elf.
And looked at the clover, quite proud of my self!
To say that my great grandfather was a n Irishman went back a few generations. His family began their trip tow hat was the the “colonies” in the 1700′s. Yet, they kept their Irish customs, the Irish brogue and considered themselves ” Irish” despite generations of being in America.
I used to give my grandmother a “Saint Patrick’s Day” card every ear. It always brought a smile to er face and a good story of her fathers love for the Irish heritage that had been handed down to him largely by oral history.
My grandmother always loved to hear her father’s laugh when something that aggravated him happened. A a father of 12, he would laugh and ay, “At least I don’t have any red-headed children.”
I always though that was an odd way to be thankful. As the generations progressed, quite a few red-headed descendants appeared. I am sure he would have loved them, and with a jolly Irish laugh, think of another way to be thankful for the little things that go right.
Since I have been thrust into the modern age, kicking and screaming, by my kids-from 14-37 years old, I have learned (sort of) to use a “Smart Phone” and such. (Thank you teenager who insisted that “everyone” had one, so I bought one for both of us.)
I still like my home phone-I can lay in bed and talk-not text, not worry about running my battery down, etc. and, thus, relax.
I fully appreciate the convenience and the feeling that I can relax when I am away from home, because my kids can get in touch with me. I may be in the last generation to use home phones much, but, to me they are still a wonderful tool!
Although I did not write this-and it is the wrong holiday-it is a childhood favorite of mine that my grandkids now enjoy-I cannot recall the author-we were “made” to memorize it in 5th grade.
The moon is round as a jack’o'lantern
The trees grow black and bare,
As we go walking with spooky giggles
Through the chill, ghostly air.
Who’s shadow is that on the haunted ground?
Who’s hiding behind that tree?
Oh, down the tree comes my bad, black kitten
And the shadow is only me!
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I have found out that my has a critical issue that even trained techs are having problems with. I don’t have either mt broken computer or new one right now. i am just hoping i can retrieve the many precious items on my old hard drive. Since the people who have looked at my computer are employed in the tech field, I am looking for miracles-that don’t cost more than I can afford. If anyone has any ideas, contacts, etc. for me I would be so grateful!
This is a favorite poems I used to recite to my kids-one of my children’s name is David, so they always laugh-I did not write it and have credited the writer. This Dave of mine-now a father of two keeps care of 2 model A’s I inherited from my uncle, so it is still amusing!
Uncle Dave’s Car
by Helen Ksypka
I pleaded with my Uncle Dave
to take us for a ride.
My sisters grabbed a window seat.
I sat right by his side.
He zoomed across a garden
and knocked some hedges down,
then barreled over sidewalks
in a busy part of town.
He zipped along a winding road-
a siren made him stop.
My uncle got a ticket from
a very angry cop.
At home our mother asked us,
“Did all of you behave?”
We answered her, “Of course we did.”
(Except for Uncle Dave!)
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“So,” Mr. Shelburn smirked, as he swayed by my desk, already overloaded with work that accumulated during the holiday. “What is your New Years Resolution?”
I forced myself to breathe in-slowly. I was seething inside.
“Sure,” he laughed, glancing down at the mass of papers that seemed to clutter my desk already.
“Hmm,” I sighed, looking up at his arrogant grin. “You want a resolution? “ I stacked the pile of papers, crumpled them into a wad, then merrily tossed them into the trash can.
“My promise is to realize what is REALLY important in life, and do away with the rest.”
Suddenly, everyone smiled.