Enigma zilei 1#/Today’s riddle 1#

Astazi, in timp ce citeam un articol al unui coleg blogger am identificat o mica eroare de scriere, si anume scrierea cu caractere mici a pronumelui de persoana I „I” in limba engleza.

Trebuie sa recunosc ca in primii ani de studiu a limbii engleze nu aveam absolut nici cea mai vaga idee importanta scrierea cu majuscula a pronumelui in cauza, cu atat mai mult ma simteam intrigata si nu consideram ca as fi gresit cu ceva.

De ce „I” si nu „i” ?

Limba engleza este singura limba ce, spre deosebire de limbile romanice si germanice insista pe scrierea cu majuscula a pronumelui de persoana I „I”.

Ideea de a folosi scrierea cu majuscule in cazul de fata a fost accidentala. In limba engleza veche si mijlocie, cuvantul „I” a fost apropiat varului sau din limba germana „ich”, ce era de foarte multe ori scris „ic”. In acel moment cuvantul nu a fost scris cu majuscula. In timp insa, pronuntia si ortografia s-au schimbat pierzand consoana „c”.

La inceput noul cuvant „i” s-a scris cu caractere mici. Cu toate acestea, scrierea cu litere mici a pronumelui de persoana I s-a schimbat dintr-un motiv absurd: litera „i” subtire, arata nefavorabil in comparatie cu celelalte cuvinte.

Charles Bigelow, un istoric de clasa si creatorul fonturilor Lucida Sans si Wingdings (pe care le utilizam si astazi in Microsoft Word), explica: „Arata ca si cum s-ar fi despartit de un alt cuvant, s-a pierdut sau a intampinat vreun accident. Cand cuvintul „i” s-a despartit de „ich” o singura litera trebuia sa reprezinte un cuvant important, din punct de vedere gramatical pentru a purta povara semantica, asadar carturarii au facut-o mai mare, ceea ce inseamna mai inalta, ceea ce inseamna echivalentul unei majuscule.”

Din momentul cand autorul renumit Chaucer a scris „Povestile din Canterbury” in 1300, pronumele de persoana intai, „I”, a fost scris cu majuscula pana in zilele noastre.

                                                                      English version

Today, while reading an article by a blogger colleague, I identified a small writing error, namely the small writing of an English-language person’s first English verb „I”.

I have to admit that in the first years of study English, I did not have the slightest idea of ​​the majestic capitalization of the pronoun in question, the more I felt intrigued and did not think I was wrong with anything.

                                                                  Why „I” and not „i”?

English is the only language which, unlike the Romanic and Germanic languages, insists on the capitalization of the person I „I”.

The idea of ​​using capitalization in this case was accidental. In the old and the middle English, the word „I” was close to its German language „ich”, which was very often written „ic”. At that time, the word was not written in capital. Over time, pronunciation and spelling have changed losing consonance „c”.

The word „i” was written in small characters. However, the small writing of a person’s pronoun changed for an absurd reason: the thin letter „i” looks unfavorable in comparison to the other words.

“Graphically, single letters are a problem,” says Charles Bigelow, a type historian and a designer of the Lucida and Wingdings font families. “They look like they broke off from a word or got lost or had some other accident.” When “I” shrunk to a single letter, Bigelow explains, “one little letter had to represent an important word, but it was too wimpy, graphically speaking, to carry the semantic burden, so the scribes made it bigger, which means taller, which means equivalent to a capital.

From the time the famous author Chaucer wrote „The Canterbury Stories” in 1300, the first person pronoun, „I”, has been capitalized up to the present day.

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Reclame

Against all odds, with love

Today I will tell a story that really amazed me, I hope you will enjoy it and share your opinion after reading it. This story has a romanian version also, which you can easily find here.

                                                           Against all odds

They met in the spring of 1986 when they were admitted to the Presbyterian Hospital in Dallas in the wing of Cystic Fibrosis. Kimberley Marshall was 16, she was tiny, pale and beautiful. Kimberley was reddish with her long hair falling to her waist. David Crenshaw was 18 years old. David was waiting at the end of the hall, hoping the girl would appear at the other end.

„It’s not possible.” Therapist said. „She would not look at you”.

In the wing of the Presbyterian Hospital, on the 3rd floor, a bunch of adults and adolescents live in private rooms. Throughout the day, they receive large amounts of antibiotics by intravenous injections. Some have small oxygen tubes in the nose; others use more elaborate machines to open the bronchial passages. Respiratory therapists press lightly on their chests and backs hoping to dislodge the mucus from their lungs. There is always the dry stitch sound, the crumbly hair and the sound of the stitch spasms. The sound is heard as an old machine that tries to start. As a serial killer, cystic fibrosis is unstoppable. Even if there are treatments and medications that allow patients to live longer, in poor life, few survive until the age of 30.

It’s hard to imagine a love story that develops between two sick patients like David and Kim. But that’s the magic of their story.

When Kim Marshall came to the Presbyterian, in the mid-1980s, she knew she was lucky to live. Doctors have been waiting for her to die since she was born on July 10, 1969, when she was trying to breath for the first time, and started vomiting a black-green mucus. But Dr. Kramer, then a pediatrician, informed her parents that it is just a temporary issue. At that time, due to the lack of developed drugs, 50% of children born with cystic fibrosis died about 10 years of life; 18% died in adolescence.

„That isn’t happening to us.” Said Down, the mother of the child to the doctor.

Dawn, a beautiful wife and her husband, an aerospace engineer Bill Marshall, were a pretty well-known couple among the good world of a Dallas society, even appearing in magazines.

„Suddenly,” She remembers, „it was as if our lives had stopped and we could not take it any further.”

Desperate to keep her daughter alive, Dawn held her daughter on a pillow and put her in a small crib. About three hours a day, she pressed on her tiny chest and back. Kim’s skin was white as a dove, and her bones were so prominent that they seemed to have acupuncture. To the astonishment of the doctors she managed to finish elementary school and joined a female football team.

But then days came when the face of the girl seemed to deflate like a rubber toy with a hole in it. Dawn was taking her daughter to the hospital, wondering if this time she will return home. The routine has become familiar – there have been several months at home and then returned to the hospital.

Kim is always accompanied by her plush animal, and she also prefers to keep her diary. When the children died in rooms alongside her, one after another, Kim wrote her impressions (Wendy winkles her at 8:10 in the morning, this one has suffered the whole night, it’s better so, Poor Creature).

„Kim was always so optimistic, eager to smile,” said Dawn.

„I think the diary was her way to prepare for what she knew that will happen.”

Because Kim did everything she could to be like „normal” (her name for children who did not have cystic fibrosis). In high school, she had only grades A and B and she always dressed gorgeously, wearing long dresses to hide her bones. If colleagues asked about the cough crises she would say the she has asthma. But, of course, she could not ignore the reality of her life.

Finally, in her last one she became so weak that she had to not attend classes and take her schooling at home. Unfortunately, she could not go to the banquet.

Kim became naughty. She would always play a movie – Blue Lagoon, the story of a teenage boy and a little girl who fall in love on a remote island. He went through a period of retreat, smoking cigarettes, two packs of Marlboro per night, even though she knew that smoking was badly harming her already badly affected lungs. She stole her mother’s car at night, making dangerous races.

One night, at the end of despair, Dawn finally screamed at her, „What’s wrong with you? Why are you trying to destroy yourself?”

Kim buried her face in tears and a started crying.

„You know what the problem is,” she said. „I have no life, I know I will not have a life.”

Dawn’s who always tried to have a quiet response for her, she did not know what to say at that moment.

David Crenshaw was a kind of legend of the hospital. Noisy and Athletic, he was famous because he was trying to impress the girls with raw jokes. No one ever heard of a cystic fibrosis patient doing the things he was doing. When he was not in the hospital, he was going to car races.

„Our goal was to raise it as if it were not sick.” Says David’s father.

„We thought that maybe if he was courageous, he would resist more”

In fact, David never behaved like a sick person. He was a joyful, driving races in wheelchairs and racing in the hospital hall. One night a few cystic fibrosis patients went to competitions outside for a time of -32 degrees Celsius.

„He had a sense of immortality.” Remembers Dr. Kramer.

For two years David watched Kim. She always went through the hall of her hospital room, trying to get courage to greet her. Kim watched him – he wore sneakers, blue jeans and a white shirt together with his glasses bound with a piece of tape; she smiled slightly at her and returned to read her book.

David was fearless.

„When she was in the hospital and he was home,” he remembers, „he calls me to ask how he feels and what he has done during the day.”

For months, David waited patiently while Kim was courted by other boys on the third floor – blonde boys, sophisticated, wealthy.

Then in the spring of 1989, when he and Kim left the hospital, David made the move. She called her home and invited her to have dinner together.

Even if she said no, David said „I’ll be there at 8.00 pm and no comment,” then he left.

Kim, who was scared, brought a girlfriend she had to face with David as she stood upstairs refusing to speak. She also did not say anything during the meal and gave David a bad look when he suggested going to the disco. When he brought her home, Kim stepped out of her car and headed for her room, slamming the door. But David still appeared at Kim’s house. He took her to „Sound Warehouse” to buy tapes. He took her to bowling. She took her to see how he was racing while she was nervous on the seats.

„Oh, Lord!” He said to one of those races, „He will die!”

David returned with the car and after the race he breathed a kiss through the air.

Despite the impossible circumstances, love flourished. On November 17, 1989, after her usual diary writings about the death of her friends, Kim wrote:

„Tonight, David and I went behind the picnic tables in the hospital and we kissed for the first time. I have so deep feelings for him, because he is my friend, he supports me and he loves me as much as I love him. Please, God, let this relationship bloom. ”

To the shock of families, friends and doctors, Kim and David announced their engagement.

„You are both sick.” David’s father told him, begging his son to change his mind: „You are sick! You can not take care of each other. ”

„Do you realize what’s going to happen?” Kim’s mother asked in tears.

„Do you realize that you will die in each other’s arms?”

„I think Kim realized it was the first and last time she could experience love,” says Dawn.

I still think it was crazy. We had all the possible questions: how can they coordinate their finances and insurance, how they will take care of them if they both are ill. But one day the Presbyterian priest told me, „Dawn, they do not have much to live on. At least let them be happy as long as they have each other ”

And I said, „You’re right!”

Kim and David’s wedding, the church was filled with the sound of coughing, all patients with cystic fibrosis community were present, wanting to see them as the couple vows to be together for better and worse.

Two Kim and David chairs were prepared in case they needed to sit down, but as everyone said after the event, Kim never showed healthier or more beautiful. The sponge from the wedding dress gave her body an attractive look. She even had red in her cheeks.

After they have registered at local hotel, where they spent their wedding night, David asked the hotel servant to them the bottles with oxygen in the room.

„We may need them,” he said with a big smile.

Their apartment resembled a hospital. It was filled with oxygen bottles and boxes with syringes and medication, and the refrigerator was filled with IV bottles. Domestic needs were difficult because they could not move normally. They needed a whole day to clean the apartment and wash their clothes. Kim was too weak to change the bedding and pick up the mattress.

At the store, he was walking slowly down the aisle carrying portable oxygen bottle with the tubs blocked in his nostrils. At night they were tired. Kim stood on the couch as David leaned on her seat in his wheelchair.

Still, they continued to resist. They were happier than they were ever imagined. He always keeps sending her colorful greetings, as many as possible, the better. She wrote long love letters to him.

„We will compete with the incongruous.”

By 1992, Kim’s condition worsened. Unfortunately, it stuck with IV needles hundreds of times as its veins ceded. Her digestive system causes diarrhea. He did not have the strength to talk.

Because her body was unable to absorb the food, she was losing weight. She started to be ashamed to show herself in public.

David wrote a letter in which he said, „I love your body as it is. Your body perfectly outperforms mine! You are the most beautiful woman on the inside and outside I know. I love you with all my heart and soul, please believe me! ”

David never left Kim in the long trips to the hospital. At night she slept on a chair in her room. Because she was so weak she was holding the feon to dry her hair. To entertain her, she headed her way to the maternity ward where she could look at newborns. If he wanted caramel in the middle of the night, he headed to the store and bought them.

But in 1993 something changed. David’s cough became more intense and deep. His face turned orange and the veins from his neck were outside. In the afternoon, a nurse called Dana Thompson stopped to see her. Kim saw a soap movie as David sat silently in his chair. Dana noticed that David did not look as good as he used to. He’s still looking at one of the TV actors. Finally he said, „I wish it was so beautiful.”

„I said, David, but you’re beautiful.” Dana remembers.

„But I looked at him and realized he was changing. His face was stretched because of fluid retention. He used to lift weights, and now all the muscles in his arms disappeared. Kim looked very sad and then I said … God, David will die first! ”

David tried to assure Kim that he had nothing to worry about why the doctor told her after a recent check. The disease, which was inactive for most of the time, punished him. His lungs became blocked with mucous tissue. His brancial lobes were closing. His heart did not pump enough oxygenated blood. If the assault continues, David would have lost more and more oxygen, starting to ease himself to death. It was a race against time. David said he should not waste time: In July, to celebrate their birthdays, David 26 and Kim 24, he insisted on going on a Florida holiday.

„Just once they felt good enough to go to the beach,” says Kim’s sister, Mandy, who traveled with them.

They both wore the tubes with oxygen. Kim could not get too deep into the water because of his problems with balance and David did not succeed because of the lack of power. Finally they stood on the beach, letting the water pass over their feet. They knew it was the last time they could be alone together. People were passing, they were watching but Kim and David did not care, they stared at each other and shook hands.

Three months later, David and Kim were to see Dr. Kramer for a check. While Kim was waiting in another room, Dr. Kramer studied David’s oxygen levels. He could not say at least two words without breathing vigorously.

„You have to get in.” Dr. Kramer said, „And this time you will not go out again.”

David only managed to say, „Take care of Kim.”

Dr. Kramer strolled around the hall to tell him. After a long silence, he wondered if David could go home for one night in their one-room apartment where he could cook them. When the doctor said no, Kim left her head down, trying not to cry.

„Do not let him suffer.” She said.

During a 30-year period as a specialist in cystic fibrosis, Dr. Kramer saw hundreds of patients die. But for her emotional health, she has distanced herself from emotional cases like David’s, but now she gathered Kim in her arms and cried with her. David was admitted to hospital after a meal on Wednesday, October 21. Through all the trouble, Kim stayed with David. On Monday, David’s lips and flanks became blue and the assistants placed oxygen masks on his face. When they brought a car with the morphine to reduce the pain, Kim knew it was over.

„David, not yet.” She said, but he could not speak.

Everything he could face would grumble: „I love you” to the young wife and blowing her a kiss. While it was the specific sound of a hospital – wheelchairs, people walking hurriedly, doctors talking in half sentences. But in bed, Kim and David looked at each other quietly, changing their intense eyes of pain and love.

He died at 5.50 on October 26th. Kim was the only one in the room. She wiped his face off with a napkin and called the nurse.

She told her mother, doctors and everyone in the hospital that she wanted to live. She said she knew David wanted her not to give up. But 24 hours after David’s funeral, Kim was crashing while he wanted to take a shower. She stood up, walked into the kitchen and fell again. Dawn managed to put Kim in bed where he sat in the semi-darkness with the picture of David in her arms.

„It’s all too soon. It was too cruel,” says Dawn.

Kim is just starting to pay her husband’s death and now she has to face her own. Dawn put her in the car and took her to her to the hospital in her favorite night-white gown and her pink blanket.

Those who knew Kim said that something mysterious happened to her over the last few days. After Dr. Kramer stopped seeing Kim for the last hour, he led her parents into the hallway and gave her a non-medical diagnosis.

„Her body is giving up, it’s like dying of bad heart … .”

When friends and relatives came to see her, Kim whispered that she felt better. In fact, her eyes were dark and she reached 20 kg.

„Mom,” I told Dawn. „I’m sorry it takes so much.”

Dawn went to a corner of the room to wipe her eyes, without being seen by Kim.

In her last days, Kim was in a semi-coma.

The only sound in her room was the faze of the oxygen machine. It’s unclear why one of her friends woke up at 3:00 PM on the morning of November 11 calling for assistance.

„I feel something happens.” Her frightened friend said.

A few minutes later, Kim regained his consciousness and opened her eyes and began to speak in a way, mumbling, a calm sound no one understood. A nurse in the room said it sounded like she was talking to David.

„Kim what’s going on?” Dawn said, resting on a bed.

But Kim closed her eyes and died, strangely in her pink hand.

She was buried in her wedding dress. On her hand was a watch that David offered to her in Christmas day. She was wearing ruby ​​earrings, a gift from David. She was placed next to her husband in the new section of the Restland Cemetery.

Despite their small income, David managed to pay $ 47 a month for a place of death since they were married. It is said that it was important for him to know that they have a place to live together.

On their cross they wrote:

„David S (The Bear) Crenshaw and Kimberley (The tigress) Crenshaw. Together Forever, Married for Three Years.”

A few weeks after the funeral, with the heart full of sorrow, Dawn decided to what to keep and what to give away when she found a greeting card. It was the last greeting card David bought to Kim. The greeting card was written as follows:

„We are together even when are apart.” On the cover it was written, „Just look. We’re both under the same starry sky.”

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My second Mystery Blogger Award

My blogger friend, Mes Mots awarded me with The Mystery Blogger Award, so I had to accept and honor my award, on the same day 😀 . I am deeply thankful to him, and I like to think of this as a wonderful gift for me in the new year, 2019.

The Mystery Blogger Award, it was created by Okoto as an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.

The rules of this awesome award are:

1. Put the award logo/image on your blog;

2. List the rules;

3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog;

4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well;

5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself;

6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people;

7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog;

8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify);

9. Share a link to your best post(s);

10. Answer the questions your nominator gave you.

3 Things you must know about me:

1. I like to think of myself as a social person, who loves to interact and meet new persons.
2. I am doing the best I can, every day to make the best of my choices and decisions.
3. I like to think anger is not the answer to a problem, of any sort or difficulty. You need to calm down and not take decisions when you are angry!!!

My special nominees for this award are:

1. Ibonoco
2. Tebogo Precious
3. Audun Stolas
4. Nirant Gurav
5. BraveDad
6. PositiveSideofTheCoin
7. J.E. Lattimer
8. M.Cooper
9. Cody
10. Raj

My questions for the nominees are:

1. What would your perfect day look like?
2. If you were to change something from your past, what would it be?
3. What is the craziest, wildest dream you’ve ever had?
4. If you were to transform in an animal, what would you pick?
5. What is your favorite quote?

My answers to Mes Mots:

• Whats your New year resolution?

I already had a post on that, check it out.

• Your greatest fear?

I don’t like spiders and small, dark places.

• If you are the last person remaining, what belonging would you like to save and keep with you forever?

I guess I could save my cat. At least, she will always be with me.

• What was your best and worst 2018 moment?

My best moment was when I graduated and my worst when I got into depression because of work.

• BATMAN or IRONMAN?

None of them.

In the end I would like to thank Mes Mots for giving me the honor of enjoying this amazing award and wish good luck to my special nominees! 🙂

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My first Mystery Blogger Award

Hello dear people! A few days ago, my blogger friends Mira&Irina (who are great writers and smart young souls) nominated me for the Mystery Blogger Award. I am honored to accept their award, hence is my first award of the Mystery Blogger Award series.

The Mystery Blogger Award is created by Okoto and is an award for great bloggers with amazing posts.

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The rules of this awesome award are :

1. Put the award logo/image on your blog;
2. List the rules;
3. Thank whoever( nominated you and provide a link to their blog;
4. Answer the questions from the blogger who nominated you;
5. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well;
6. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself;
7. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people;
8. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog;
9. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify);
10. Share a link to your best post(s).

3 things which you must know about me (that is one rule of the award):

1. My passion is writing. This blog is the prove that writing and expressing myself are important things in my life.
2. I love to read and discover new horizons.
3. I like to be busy.

The people I would like to nominee for this award are:

1. Kyleoyier
2. Libarah
3. Scarpoe
4. Block Start
5. Jared
6. Rad Gamer
7. Mylifeaspects
8. Flavia Vinci
9. Edmark Law
10. Sharonchy

My questions for my special nominees are:

1. What is your goal in life?
2. What is your greatest achievement in life until now?
3. What are your aspirations for 2019?
4. How do you earn peoples respect? More exactly, what is your definition of respect?
5. What is your relief factor after a long day of work?

The questions Mira&Irina made for me:

• When you feel sad, what gives you power to move on ?

Sadness is an emotion. You need to feel sad in order to appreciate the feeling of happiness and joy. I like to think that sadness gives us the power to meditate upon the mistakes and mountains we need to climb in life in order to move on.

• What is Your favorite movie ?

I have a lot of favorite movies actually. My very last favorite movie is The Great Debaters. I like to think it gives strength and power to the spectator.

• Do you believe in miracles ?

Why shouldn’t I? Everyone must believe in miracles. God gives us a miracle every day, we are just too blind to see.

• What is your favorite song ?

My favorite song… . As you probably observed, I have a blog category which is named Song of the Day. I have tons of favorite songs, my last favorite is this one.

• Do You believe that pain makes you stronger ?!

In spite of what people may think, pain does make you stronger. Even though at the moment you feel weakness and sadness, eventually in time you grow stronger and build your own strength.

In the end I want to thank Mira&Irina for the opportunity of being a member of this wonderful award and good luck to my nominees.

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Gandul zilei 14#/Thought of the day 14#

Cand eram mica cuprindeam toata lumea in doar o privire. Din micul colt ingust al casei, printre magazii si copaci vesnic verzi exista un triunghi de lumina, brazdat de o stralucire albastra pura.

In mintea mea de copil imatur, acea regiune ingusta era preferata mea, acolo obisnuiam sa imi imaginez ziua de maine, contempland la persoane nemaintalnite si orizonturi nedescoperite.

Priveam intinderea lumii cu incantare si imi doream sa cuceresc fiecare petic de pamant la pas, dintr-o zona aleasa aleatoriu, imi doream sa calatoresc. Nu vedeam obstacole, nu imi imaginam ca o sa patrund in caminul cuiva sau pe pamanturile unor persoane, doar ma inchipuiam mergand fara un scop anume, savurand necunoscutul.

Covorul verde si moale, parfumat in arome dulci si proaspete de primavara era preferatul meu; nu aveam nevoie de incaperi luxuriante sau de prieteni falsi, ci doar de acel moment de liniste si reverie. Admiram puritatea si naturaletea gradinii in plin sezon,  zumzetul albinelor voioase si harnice, pasii incalciti a paianjenilor incleiati in chitina si sunetul melodios al pasarilor primavaratice.

Cerul spune o multitudine de povesti. L-am admirat inca din primii ani ai vietii si il admir cu incantare si astazi, in plina iarna, in zile de decembrie cum decoreaza intinderea cereasca intr-un amalgam de nuante vii.

Cerul ne este prieten de drum oriunde am poposi. Daca deschidem ochii cu atentie si lasam deoparte grijile si frustrarile, vom descoperi cu emotie in suflet frumusetea si linistea pe care o confera cerul, in fiecare zi.

Spre exemplu, ieri urmaream cu interes prin intermediul geamului masinii imaginile fugitive ce treceau fulgerator, una dupa alta. Pe o foaie imensa de desen, creatorul lumii picteaza cu mana stanga, linii sterse si palide cu bucle intortocheate si incalcite. Printre ele se perinda pasari grabite si infrigurate, ce parca isi cauta iesirea din labirintul ceresc, pierdute printre arbori ingusti secatuiti de viata si frunze.

Cuvinte melodioase pentru zile frumoase

Auriu, Albastru deschis, albastru-roziatic, alb, alb-cenusiu si spre final negru – acestea sunt culorile iernii ce ne inunda in fiecare zi intinderea cereasca.

Cand intampini o zi grea respira adanc si priveste cerul. Daca este gri gandeste-te ca in spatele norilor pufosi se afla un cer senin, albastru si curat, exact ca sufletul tau; si ca, precum norii grei trebuie sa devina pufosi prin ploaie, asa si sufletul tau trebuie sa se aline prin cateva lacrimi.

Asadar, la inceputul zilei gandeste-te ca cerul se afla pretutindeni si povestea incepe de la picioarele tale.

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English version

When I were small, I included everyone in just a glance. From the narrow corners of the house, there was a triangle of light, full of pure blue glow, among greenhouses and evergreen trees.

In my child immature mind, that narrow region was my favorite, I used to imagine tomorrow, contemplating unseen people and undiscovered horizons.

I watched the expanse of the world with delight and I wanted to conquer every patch of earth in a step, from a randomly chosen area, I wanted to travel. I did not see obstacles, I did not imagine I was going to get into someone’s home or some people’s lands, I just imagined going without a specific purpose, savoring the unknown.

The green and soft green carpet, fragrant in sweet and fresh spring flavors, was my favorite; I did not need fancy rooms or fake friends, but just that moment of silence and reverie. I loved the purity and nature of the garden in the full season, the buzzing of the hard working bees, the tangled steps of the spiders grazed in chitin and the melodious sound of the spring birds.

Heaven says a multitude of stories. I have admired him since the early years of my life and I admire him with delight today, in 2019 winter, in December as decorating the heavenly expanse in a mixture of living shades.

Heaven is our friend on the road wherever we go. If we open our eyes carefully and leave aside the worries and frustrations, we will discover with excitement in the soul the beauty and the peace that the sky gives us every day.

For example, yesterday I watched with interest through the window of the car the fugitive images that were flashing one after the other. On a huge sheet of drawing, the creator of the world paints with his left hand, broken and pale lines with crooked and loose curls. Among them were hurried and lost birds, as if looking for the exit of the heavenly labyrinth, lost among the lush, dry trees of life and leaves.

Warm words for beautiful days

Golden, light blue, rosy blue, white, gray and white to the end black – these are the winter colors that flood our sky every day.

When you encounter a heavy day, breathe deeply and look at the sky. If it is gray, think that behind the fluffy clouds is a clear, blue and clean sky, just like your soul; and that, like heavy clouds, they must become fluffy in the rain, so your soul must relax with some tears.

So at the beginning of the day think that the sky is everywhere and the story begins right at your feet.

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Microbii din peria de par, si de ce este recomandat sa o cureti la timp/Hairbrush microbes and why is it recommended to clean it on time

Conform unui studiu recent, periile de par reprezinta un paradis pentru bacterii ce transporta aproximativ 3500 de colonii pe metru. De unde provine toata aceasta incarcatura bacteriana? Simplu. Un folicul de par poate contine 50.000 de germeni.

In conditiile in care periile de par nu sunt curatate corespunzator, acestea pot genera in timp iritari ale pielii scalpului, alergii si mirosuri neplacute.

Recomandarile specialistilor

Periile de par pot fi: de plastic, de ceramica, de vasla, de lemn.

 

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Astfel:

• Periile de par se pot curata de parul in exces cu un pieptene mai mic sau chiar cu mana. Specialistii recomanda intai, scoaterea parului in exces si apoi curatirea cu apa si sampon.
• Periile de plastic si ceramica trebuie spalate bine lunar, cu apa calduta si sampon, dupa care se clatesc bine si se lasa la uscat – ATENTIE! Periile nu se lasa la uscat in lumina directa a soarelui! Razele UV pot degrada firele de par!
• In cazul periilor de vasla trebuie sa avem mai multa grija, datorita faptului ca acestea ar putea retine apa dedesubt, ce ar putea iesi foarte greu, si in cazuri izolate, umiditatea poate conduce la mirosuri neplacute urmate de mucegai. Aceste perii trebuie spalate de doua-trei ori pe luna;
• Periile de lemn nu necesita o curatare intensa, datorita materialului. Spalarea profunda poate duce la stricarea finisajului periei, din cauza detergentilor concentrati utilizati. Se recomanda spalarea rapida si sigura cu apa.

Periile de par se murdaresc si datorita produselor de styling folosite de zi cu zi. Pe langa resturile de produse de styling se pot aduna celule moarte si ulei.

Daca nu curatam periile de par, pe langa acumularea de germeni si microbi (ceea ce creste riscul de infectii), pur si simplu nu le putem utiliza corespunzator. O perie murdara va conferi parului proaspat spalat un aspect unsuros, murdar si naclait si mai mult decat atat transferam microbiota periei pe firele de par si scalp, ingreunandu-l.

Periile de par nu trebuie imprumutate altor persoane! Sunt oameni ce ar putea avea infectii fungice capilare de care nu au cunostinta!

Exemple de microorganisme capilare: tinea capitis (ringworm) si paduchii de cap ce pot afecta cu usurinta orice categorie de persoane, de la copii la adulti.

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Specialistii recomanda schimbarea periei de par odata la doi ani. Periile de par pot fi pastrate totusi, mai mult de doi ani. Cel mai bun semn de a ne da seama de acest lucru o spun semnele de uzura, si nu calendarul.

English version

According to a recent study, hair brushes represent a paradise for bacteria that carry approximately 3500 colonies per meter. Where does all this bacterial load come from? Simple. A hair follicle can contain 50,000 germs.

As long as hair brushes are not properly cleaned, they can in time cause scalp skin irritation, unexpected allergies and smells.

                                                         Expert recommendations

Hairbrushes can be: plastic, ceramic, paddle, wood.

 

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So:

• Hairbrushes can be cleaned with excess hair with a smaller comb or even a hand. Specialists recommend first, remove excess hair and then clean with water and shampoo.

– Plastic and ceramic brushes should be washed thoroughly, with warm water and shampoo, then clean thoroughly and leave to dry – WARNING! The brushes are not allowed to dry in direct sunlight! UV rays can degrade hair!

– In the case of varnish brushes, we need to take more care because they can hold water underneath, which could be very difficult, and in isolated cases, humidity can lead to unpleasant odors, followed by mold. These brushes must be washed two or three times a month;

– Wood brushes do not require intensive cleaning due to the material. Deep washing may result in the brush finish being spoiled due to the use of detergents. Quick and safe washing with water is recommended.

Hair brushes get dirty because of the styling products used daily. In addition to the remnants of styling products, dead cells and oil can collect.

If we do not clean the hair brushes, besides the accumulation of germs and microbes (which increases the risk of infection), we simply can not use it properly. A dirty brush will give the fresh washed hair a dull, dirty look and mor, we transfer the brush microbiota to hair and scalp, aggravating it.

You do not have to borrow our hairbrush other people! There are people who may have capillary fungal infections that they do not know about!

Examples of capillary microorganisms: tinea capitis (ringworm) and head lices that can easily affect any category of person, from children to adults.

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Specialists recommend changing the hair brush every two years. Hairbrushes can still be stored for more than two years. The best sign of realizing this is the signs of wear, not the timing.

Gandul zilei 13#/Thought of the day 13#

Acum doua saptamani, in pragul Craciunului am cumparat un brad natural dintr-un centru comercial. Mi s-a parut o alegere buna, datorita mirosului si frumusetii aparte a arborelui viu, m-am gandit ca ar conferi o nota feerica imaginii de Sarbatoare per ansamblu.

Totul a fost frumos, ritualul de impodobire si atmosfera placuta de sarbatori au avut un rol semnificativ in anul 2018, insa pe final am fost putin dezamagita.

Spre deosebire de anii precedenti, am observat ca durata de viata a unui bradut este redusa la maxim cateva saptamani. Chiar dupa prima saptamana am putut observa pini cazuti ici-colo pe jos, ornamentele lasandu-se greoaie pe brad si globurile chiar cazand.

Astazi am renuntat la simbolul Craciunului – bradutul impodobit – deoarece la o simpla atingere a ramurilor cadeau 5-6 pini. Si sincera sa fiu, sunt mai linistita cu Fifi cel hot care tot fura globulete din pom, facand zgomote asurzitoare in miez de noapte.

In urma braduletului de Craciun au mai ramas zeci de pini, care povesteau ca odata ca niciodata a existat un suflet verde in pragul Sarbatorilor de Craciun.

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Imi doresc ca in anul 2019 sa procedez precum majoritatea persoanelor – sa achizitionez un bradut artificial. Consider ca bucuria Craciunului va ramane aceeasi, si voi avea sansa sa mai salvez un arbore de la taiere.

Pe final, pentru a pastra armonia, va las cu povestea scriitorului Andersen despre bradutul de Craciun. Toate cele bune, dragi cititori!

                                                                    English Version

Two weeks ago, on Christmas Eve, I bought a natural tree from a shopping center. It seemed to me a good choice, due to the smell and the special beauty of the living tree, I thought it would give a festive note to the holiday picture as a whole.

Everything was beautiful, the ritual of decoration and the pleasant atmosphere of the holidays had a significant role in 2018, but in the end I was a little disappointed.

Unlike in previous years, we have noticed that the tree life is reduced to a maximum of a few weeks. Just after the first week, I could see the pines falling here on the floor, the ornaments staying heavy on the tree and the globes even falling.

Today I gave up the Christmas symbol – the fir tree – because at the touch of the branches they fell 5-6 pins. And honestly to be, I’m quieter with the thief Fifi who still steals globes from the tree, making noisy noises in the middle of the night.

As a result of Christmas, there are still dozens of pins that tell that once there was a green soul on Christmas Day.

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I wish in the year 2019 to act like most people – to buy an artificial tree. I think the joy of Christmas will remain the same, and I will have the chance to save a tree from cutting.Finally, in order to preserve harmony, I will leave you with the story of writer Andersen about the Christmas tree. All the best, dear readers!

The Fir Tree – Andersen The Story Teller