On the first day of the year, tired, rather exhausted, we sat in front of the television to choose a movie, my two brothers, my two sisters-in-law, the dog and I.
The challenge of getting five people to agree began.
– No, that one is very violent.
– No, that one only has three stars.
– No, that one is scary.
Confronting one with a biblical theme, my two brothers jumped in chorus:
-Noooo, we already saw that one.
On the contrary, when a sexy woman came out, there:
-Yes, let’s watch that one!
And so on, ad infinitum.
With such a vast menu of options, it was almost impossible to choose.
Anyway, after about an hour walking through Netflix, Amazon, Apple and who knows, my brother said, there is nothing to watch, and declared:
– We are going to watch the American football game.
Minneapolis vs no idea.
In less than two minutes, both my brothers were snoring, as was the little dog with his head resting on my brother’s head.
Thank goodness they had just brushed the puppy’s teeth with chicken-flavored toothpaste.
Touchdown! was heard in the background.
Leonor Henríquez (Caracas, Venezuela) Civil Engineer by training (UCAB 1985), writer and apprentice poet by vocation. From her time in engineering emerged her Office Stories (1997), another way of seeing the corporate world. Her latest publications include reflections on grief, Hopecrumbs (2020) (www.hopecrumbs.com) and “The Adventures of Chispita” (2021) (www.chispita.ca) an allegory of life inside Mom’s belly.
Today she shares her “impulsive meditations” from Calgary, Canada, where she lives.
leonorcanada@gmail.com