@peadar@domenicododaro Not really. It has been a nice season but it has past. Now there are different toys, moved by the wind or the snow, or gasoline...
At first I read your title as, "Odd balls from a Past Childhood", which changes the meaning slightly but significantly. I think this is adverts nice still life. Quite evocative as one ponders the meaning of the well worn balls in the life of their owner. Though I am slightly surprised to see American footballs. Two of them, in fact. And only one calcio ball. That would s something to ponder in itself.
@mbrutus Your comments are always full of meaning. Yes I think it could be defined a still life. Life has gone on happily, but a part of but the toys remain to testify on a childhood that has become adolescence and then adulthood. Despite the impression of other 365 who have commented, there is no melancholy in this picture. The answer to why there are footballs is that my son was born in the States and has double citizenship, therefore, especially as a child, he liked to preserve and underline his "American way of life". He likes it less now that has received the injunction to produce a tax return as a foreign abroad, although he has never worked in the States, and in fact has been back only sporadically. And he doesn't like the elected president
Who does? (Like the President?). He literally does make me ill to my stomach. It is like living in some bad dream or an episode of the Twilight Zone TV show. All I can do to try to keep my sanity is to watch all of satirical news programs and try to laugh. But it keeps getting harder to do so. When he shows no compassion for all those suffering in Puerto Rico. He finally makes an appearance and he throws them paper towels, like some sort of twisted game show host mixed with Marie Antoinette. "Let them eat paper towels! Drink papery towels. Rebuild with paper towels." My daughter was dating an otherwise nice young man who, like his family, was a Trump supporter, even though they are Hispanic. (More amazing, yet. ) The young man was in ROTC, planning to join the military for six years after college. An admirable life choice, if one is so inclined. But I ask myself, how could he, or any young man or woman, place their lives at the disposal of such a man as our current President, who is a narcissistic, ignorant nut job? He could send them off to war on a whim. To prove his shriveled manhood. Obama showed the courage necessary NOT to send more young men off to war. If Trump was not so dangerous, he would be a joke. I just hope we all survive this bad joke. Sorry for the rant. Meanwhile your story of your son is actually quite funny. My eldest caught felt the sting of the Tax Man when she went off to Australia. She too wound up paying taxes to both countries. Plus the accountant's fees. I hope someday that he can think of America kindly yet again.
@mbrutus I can subscribe to each and every word. But, despite the President and the IRS, we have a great affection for the country and its inhabitants :-)
Well, I am glad, if not surprised, to hear that. We, who would have hoped the election turned out differently, always hope that the rest of the world realizes that the majority of Americans are just as appalled and fearful as is the rest of the world. And I would add the word ashamed. On a more pleasant note, I have always marveled at how beautifully you express yourself in English. Did that come, in part, from your time in America? And where did you happen to live?
Thank you @mbrutus. I wrote you the story of my life, but then I was hit by shyness and deleted it. In brief, thank you for the compliments on my English, I'm flattered. Learned at Stanford where I spent 2 years as a fellow in Paediatrics and then in Seattle at the Fred Hutchinson Center. Great experiences.
@caterina You see? There is another casualty of my late rising. Had I awoken earlier, I surely would have loved to have heard/read the story of your life. Instead I get to learn a little more about you from your American resume. Which does actually go a long way towards explaining why I like you so much. You're practically a native Californian. AND I am in Seattle at this very moment. Small world. Anyway, if you ever change your mind and feel that you can see fit grace me with the story of your life, I would dearly love to read it. I could give you my email, if you think that would be a better way to share it. And I will make you a bargain. "The story of my life" is the punchline to my all time favorite cartoon. If you do send me yours, I will describe that cartoon to you. (Sadly, I do not have a copy of it. But it struck me as so clever and poignant that it has remained with me All these years since.
