Here we go now! Time once again for #SoCS. If you’d like to join in the fun festivities 🥳, here are the rules and ping back.
Definitely is the weirdest summer of our lives. But we power on. Up, over, or under!!
On tap for today, Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “check/cheque/Czech.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you’d like. Have fun!”
Hmmm 🧐. 🤔🤔🤔 No planning but what’s a cheque? Maybe it’s a fancy way to spell check. Yep. That’s it. And checks are so yesterday’s news like … like Blockbuster and cassettes and rotary dial phones. Ever since this Rona nonsense it’s more evident things are never going back to what they were. In some instances that’s okay. Evolution is improvement. But somehow feels like we’re going backwards.
But enough about that. Yay 😀 Czech. My heritage. My dad didn’t learn to speak English until he entered first grade. Then he became bilingual. But Czech was always his first language and he had a pretty heavy accent.
When he moved from Moulton to the big city of San Antonio, he became multilingual. He always told us once you learn a second language picking up another was easy. Supposedly your brain goes on autopilot “remembering” how to convert. Of course I’d never know. I barely passed Spanish. I learned a few curse words in Czech. And a smattering of other things like jak se mas? Nowhere near the fluency of my cousins who stayed in Moulton.
My favorite memory is Pony siting right next to my dad in the BarcaLounger. Dad would be telling him the “this little piggy went to market” nursery rhyme in Czech. Wi-chee-ka, Wi-chee-Ka, Wi-chee-ka … all the way home. And then the giggles would fill the air.
Alright, that’s all she wrote. At least for now. Getting into another closet today. Fun time for sure. 😂
As always more to come.