Well, here is a new question prompt from Cee (Just received. Does this lady ever sleep?) and if you’d like to play along, please post your answers to these questions both on my blog and here.
Would you prefer snowy winters, or not, and why? I have paid my snow dues and now prefer iceless windows, skidless walks and un-frost-nipped nose. The beach for me in winter, please.
So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house? I know exactly where my umbrellas are but I will probably not take them with me, but instead will make a mad dash for the car, trying to avoid jumping dogs and raised stones on the terrace. The fact that one is handle-less, one is missing connection to two of the spines and another is too big to fit through any door without going sideways, which sort of defeats its purpose, is coincidental. All of my good umbrellas that I can actually use now reside in undisclosed restaurants, movie theaters and other places where I have left them.
Do you prefer your food separated or mixed together? I like it mixed together. A little bit of each in each bite.
What is set as the background on your computer? Predictably, a scene of gentle ocean over white sand.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I am grateful for the talents of my writing group and being able to hear their varied and interesting works and to have them appreciatively listen to my work, as well. I am thankful for a two-hour swim in the perfectly clear waters of Tenacatita Beach and the company of two fascinating women, both of whom have had lives filled with adventure and who are both wonderful story-tellers. If one of those tales caused me to increase the salt content of the ocean surrounding me, well, so is life. The sad tales make the happier ones all the happier by contrast. In the week coming up, I look forward to beach bonfires and fireworks on the beach New Year’s Eve, more talks and walks and swims with new friends, another trip to Tenacatita before I return home on January 15 and hopes that I’ll meet last year’s resolution to get my book formatted this year, before I return home. Happy New Year to all.
To quote my sweet little old granny, I have “fallen to hell in a hand basket” since December 25th. I have been wearing my Roots sweatpants for three consecutive days. I no longer even entertain the pretense that I might eat a non-candied fruit or a vegetable NOT deep-fried and/or dipped in ranch dressing. There are candy wrappers on my bedside night stand and I’m dropping Baileys in my morning coffee (don’t judge me!). December 18th was the last day I walked further than the distance from my front door to my car. My belly button now looks up at me when I sit and my muffin top has morphed into a full-sized Bundt cake. The cellulite dimples on my ass resemble a dot-to-dot activity page from a kid’s colouring book and I’m pretty sure that if I could reach them with a pen, they could be joined into the image of Santa’s village, complete with sleigh and reindeer.
