LET PEOPLE LIVE THEIR OWN LIVES AS THEY WANT

Here I am!
Writing in my blog!In Emglish! I never know why...
A spring day! Instead of taking a bath, dressing up, and going to visit someone or something in the neighbouring spaces or "the country" , "el campo" en Argentino. Here in Argentina we can jump or merelygo into the car , drive cautiously and in an hour we are in the country. Of course we will be surrounded by estancias and if we don´t know the owner we´ll have to go on driving till we find a restaurant or whatever and enjoy the countryside from the window of a diner´s...Nevertheless , you are in the country and you can breathe oxygen and not the poison of whatever vehicles are there (in the city).
Instead, I had my coffee and milk with muffins (here we call them magdalenas), did my personal hygiene, dress up ,carefully and armoniously, at least slowly,... and came here to write in my old and loved computer.The one my loved grandson gave to me when his mother (my daughter) and I gave him " the Apple " he cherished...Now he works with it and so on.Thank God.
Sorry if I always thank God , but whatever you think of it, you are alive, thank god!...
I watched a little TV , as I always do after getting up, and saw a part of a program on religion, specially Islamic and Musulman (pardon my little knowledge on the subject), but "one thing" , I´m certain of, that Argentina accepts every religion
and ideology, thank God. I discovered that Argentina accepts the veil (I don´t know the name )that Islamic women wear" voluntariously on their head and face ( I´ll Google it). And it is hijab. They can wear it on their passport picture, Guau! ...
Isn´t Argentina a wonderful country to live in 1 No wonder I´m so thankful to my parents and relatives for bringing me up so free.
I know many of the people who read this will criticize me but I´m 83 and within the limits of my country of birth Constitution , I can speak freely.
And do what I want ( without trespassing the liberty of my fellow citizens or the law)...
Sorry , I have to get up, stretch myself and then, go on writing .It´s oldage that is reaching me...
And do what I want, whenever i want...Oh, God, thanks!
Google is so rapid now , that , sometimes I think , Google thinks quicker than I do, and it frightens me ( I always remember 1984 by George Orwell).
Sorry if I have bored you , next time I´ll send an article written by Shakespeare.
No, sorry, it´s a bad joke,... by an intelligent and wellknown fellow woman on a more interesting subject. promise you....
And to finish, I´ll have to remember why I´ve changed a ring from one finger to another to remember something I´ve forgotten...
Susienflores.