12 Bloggerz Questionnaire, Sept, 2020

Here are A Guy Called Bloke’s Questions for the month, along with my answers.  There’s a link to his blog at the end if you want to play along.

What really lights you up?
Interesting and unusual people.

When do you think we become old?
When our curiosity dries up.

What’s in your fridge right now?
Two shepherd’s pies that I made today. One to share with my neighbors and one to freeze, ingredients for my weird coleslaw which I’ll also share, a pint of vanilla ice cream, frozen blueberries, frozen bananas, extra smoothies from this morning’s batch, every color of sweet peppers known to man, green olives with pimentos, two frozen cheese pizzas, a cold bottle of gin and bottles of tonic, cold beers for the guys laying my new brick sidewalks, 3/4 of a can of catfood, a pitcher of water and every condiment known to man.

Never mind three wishes, give me one good fantasy which would be … ?
My friends decide to move down to Mexico after all and we build the fourplex house in my extra lot.. shaped like a huge X with a circle in the middle for a common area.. each leg a complete little house with bedroom, bath, small kitchen, garden, sitting room and studio. Big studio, kitchen, sitting area in the circle in the middle. An extension to my studio in the front corner of the lot, detached, for a housekeeper and driver/gardener to live in. As our health deteriorates, they can move into one of the wings.. Our own managed care facility.

How do you think your readers see you as the writer of your blog as a person away from your blog?
They see me as someone who doesn’t spend much time away from my blog. I take it with me to my hammock and my art studio. I’m sorta hooked.

How do you wish to be seen and interpreted as a person away from your blog by the readers of your blog? 
As someone still engaged in life, but within a smaller domain. 

Do our fears start with our DNA?
Some of the things that lead to some of our fears start with our DNA.

What is the truest quality of life in your opinion?
Imagination. It is what ties us to the universe.

What do you think the secret is to you letting yourself go?
Not taking yourself too seriously.

What stops you from being the truer version of you or are you already the truer version of you?
I think I am the truer version of myself. Hope that is true.

What are 7 things you have learned about blogging since you started your blog that would be beneficial to other bloggers right now?
It is possible to still use the old editor if you go to the administration page and find the POSTS upper left.. Click on “Add New.” and it will take you to the old editor.

That if you create your photos as a gallery, you can click on them to enlarge them.

That’s all my blogging smarts at least for the time being.

Should we care what other people think about us?
Yes, but we shouldn’t let it lead us into behavior that goes against our being our best selves. Courtesy and kindness are necessary–so far as they are possible. Taking other people’s needs into account if their needs and wishes are reasonable is necessary.

Image by Matt Walsh on Unsplash. Used with permission. For 12 Bloggerz Questionnaire for Sept, 2020

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

20 thoughts on “12 Bloggerz Questionnaire, Sept, 2020

  1. judyreeveswriter

    I want to be one of those friends who live in one of those homes within the X of friendship, creativity, sharing, and caring.
    And I’m with you: curiosity is the key to staying involved in the world and continuing to evolve.
    Thanks, Judy.
    (Your fridge is a story about you!)

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Ha.. I think it would be interesting to pick 20 celebrities or noted people and ask to see inside their fridges. And you would certainly be one I’d pick to live in the X house. Problem is I’d have to sell this house to build it and not ready to do that.



    I like this site, It gets us to thinking and talking about things that matter to us. But I am still thinking about last months questions which you posted.

    So from your post on the subject about ghost, I did not at the time connect it to my strange telepathic dreams. Those “ghost like” communications and memories that come to me in the night. Maybe just my brain playing tricks om my memory, but why do they happen when another is having a mentally physical event as well~? Maybe not exactly the same time but very close.

    So last night I had a dream that brought back a train ride on the “Sunset Limited”, which completely changed the direction of my whole life. So I had to get up and write about it. I have not yet written about this trip, but I have alluded to it many times in other ways.

    So my dream (this morning) was so strong I had to get up and write on your post about ghost (wow that rhymes).

    Well also this relates to another dream which I have written about, and you can read about it here. Also a nice write up about that train trip will be forthcoming later today when I am more awake. Do dreams count~? You and I have discussed this in the past.

    You can read about telepathic dreams in “JSTOR”,

    And you can see my short poem about just such a dream here:


    1. lifelessons Post author

      Yes, I’ve had those telepathic dreams–the first foreseeing my dad’s heart attack and death. It was eerie.. Completely foretold the whole events of the morning prior to receiving the phone call. He had no pre-occuring conditions that we knew of.


      1. SAM VOELKER

        I too was taken by surprise when my dad died, but I was too busy at the time to have any dreams… However I was in for the most unusual and impossible trip I was ever to take~! I was in the middle of the Sahara over a hundred miles to the nearest air strip in Hassi Messaoud, and even getting into town took a whole day by land rover, and plane into Algiers. There Shirley was waiting for me at the airport and gave me a suitcase with cloths, and I was quickly escorted directly onto an Air Algerie plane, which was waiting, to Paris, then Air France to Kennedy, where the passengers were held on the plane, while a person called out my name and took me off the plane, and through customs, where I gave up an orange that had been given to me on the plane, no other customs check was made. Then the same person took me out onto the tarmac where there was a helicopter, which flew us to the airport in Newark, NJ, where I was again taken by a person to the waiting Delta airplane…. All of this without even a little time for potty break.

        On arrival in New Orleans, I again was met by a Limousine driver, who took me to the funeral home, where the service was just starting~! I never did know who arraigned all of this, but it was so precise that it was almost military~! My dad was Commander of the VFW of Louisiana at the time, and they must have had strong pull in getting these things done. After the service, there was a motorcade from New Orleans to the military cemetery in Pineville. A little over 200 miles, and over three hours in a motorcade. Wow~! Very little sleep, and my mind was in neutral most of the time.

        I have always had a soft spot for Air France and Delta sense, but I am sure there was someone who pulled that thing off~! It was almost like at each step, the next was waiting, even the funeral.

        Oh and I was pleased that I had that orange, the only thing they asked was “do you have anything to declare, I held the orange up and said “just this”, he said “throw it in there, and get out of here”.


          1. SAM VOELKER

            I did and it was not anyone in my family, it had to be from his unit in New Orleans… Those people looked after each other and would never take credit for nice things. I do know that the airlines had to cooperate as each time there was a person from their airline to walk me through. Back then there was a large helicopter which transferred people from one airport to the other. I do not think that they are still flying. Also the field crew that I was visiting at the time did not have helicopters as the Algerian government was touchy about such things near the southern borders. They did have about six Mig jets at Hassi Messaoud though, but the engines were not protected from the sand and I would doubt that they would fly in that condition.


            1. lifelessons Post author

              Yes..They actually started going down when I was a junior in H.S. but moved there the minute I went to college. They kept a house in Murdo S.D. and would go there in the summer. Then when my dad died, my mom never went back to that house again. I went and cleared it out and took the furniture for my first apartment in Cheyenne. I put some stuff in the basement and we rented out the house, but a few years later it blew away in a tornado so they just bulldozed the basement. I hear folks in town went out and took what they wanted to from the basement. A friend said her kids grew up reading my books. My mother came back to Murdo just once for my father’s memorial some months after he died, but never went out to our house. She rented a house across from the church. My mother lived in Tucson for 30 years, until she was 85, then moved to Sheridan, WY to be near my sister. She didn’t trust me to stay in one spot long enough to move to where I was and that was a good thing as I lived in four different towns during the six years she was in Sheridan.


            2. lifelessons Post author

              Oh you mean, just got on with her life? Yes, definitely. Not that I didn’t experience grief, as I’m sure my mother did, too, but she never talked about it. Her sister came to stay with her after my dad died and they were sitting in the TV room and my aunt commented on a starburst clock hanging over the TV. My mother said, “Ben always hated that clock!” And immediately, it fell off the wall. She always thought it was dad having the last word.. ha. The minister from Murdo flew out to conduct his funeral in Tucson and then we had another memorial the next July in Murdo when everyone had come back to the town for a town reunion. The minister had a great time in Tucson. It was probably the only vacation he’d had away from his kids in years. The night after the funeral, we were all sitting around talking and laughing and reminiscing about my dad, and the minister shouted out, “Let’s get pizza!” I guess this was the funnest funeral he had ever officiated at! Ha.


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