Here I am, still alive still not kicking. We have been and are in a rough situation, but we keep on smiling. We are grateful for every single breath we can take 🙏🏻 We (and I mean my husband and I of course) are like weed. Everyday a new round, new chances. Patiently waiting for the Lord to step in. 🙏🏻🕊
Stay ready!!! That’s all I will still say. I’ve warned you many years now, and we’re very close. I can’t predict any date, but I just know we are very close. Please, pray for president Trump and his loved ones and all patriots fighting for us! He already won, and will always win! It will be a very very hot summer! Like Fire! Oh and think of Thriller. Beware the wolves in sheep clothing!!! Seriously! Watch his Thriller clip I’ve attached here so you are a bit prepared. Yeah right, i’m crazy. I hear you thinking. But i’m dead serious!

But anyway………. to come to the point of this blogpost, what a name for this post huh? 🤩 Often when I think of a name for a blogpost the name of a song comes into my head. Today is very hot, so I have to think of a song of Agnetha from ABBA ‘The heat is on’ (a little fragment in the song: “the sun (Son) is closer…..). 🕊 But that’s not matching my blogpost so much, haha. I don’t know why that is, I guess it’s ‘simply’ a vibrational ‘thing’ that a song comes up. Anyway…. the title ‘Oh Zoliduo’ sounds to me like ‘O sole mio’. Zoliduo is the name for one of my favorite bead weaving beads, which are beads created in wing shape. They have two holes and have so many possibilities to use for. I love love love the shiny metallic ones and the ones with the pearlescent finish especially. I’m always on a hunt for special colours and finishes. the salmon pink bracelet with the salmon pearls has Zoliduo beads in it. Also the bracelet with the lilac and burgundy beads.

Now, ‘O sole mio’ is something else of course. My husband’s favorite version is the one from Enrico Caruso. I searched for a translation of this beautiful Italian song, and this came up:

What a wonderful thing a sunny day
The serene air after a thunderstorm
The fresh air, and a party is already going on…
What a wonderful thing a sunny day.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!

When night comes and the sun has gone down,
I start feeling blue;
I’d stay below your window
When night comes and the sun has gone down.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!