At least for me it's Saturday afternoon. It's raining again, bleh.
I've washed and folded my sweaters three times now, planning to put them away till Thanksgiving. But no! I'm wearing them again. And because of the rain I put up another reflection picture, so I don't have to do it afterward.
But I have nothing to complain!! I am not in Chili where an 8.8 earthquake hit - fortunately while most people were probably still sleeping -around 3:30 am.
But I do have some good, no great news. I paraphrase the article I read from the Associated Press. An Argentine young man, now 32 was stolen when his pregnant mother- who was a 28 year old surgeon -was kidnapped by the Argentine forces 33 years ago.
She and her husband Madariaga were members of the Montoneros, a left wing group being targeted to be killed by the government. M. went into exile, and made finding the children of
missing people his cause.
Francisco was born and taken from his mother the next day. An intelligence officer took him.
The biological father Abel returned to Argentina in 1983 and became the secretary and its first male member of the grandmother's group, who lobbied for DNA tests in finding missing people.
This group was instrumental in finding Abel's son.
Francisco said, "To have one's identity is the most beautiful thing there is." Don't you love a story like this?
Okay, I gotto go start diner now!