Getting to Know a Little Bit More About Me

You may feel you’re getting to know more about me than you really care to, but hey, I found Cee’s Life Photography and decided to participate in her weekly project. So, here goes for this week:
  1. If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor? Oh! Someone wise and witty and kind. Someone with lots of patience. Someone creative. All of that, but I cannot pick a name.
  2. When was the last time you had an amazing meal? In Portland in September, when the neighborhood “girls” had a girls’ weekend out. We had amazing meals every night and an amazing time.
  3. Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures? Take pictures. I’m not crazy about being in pictures because they show the years. I haven’t yet learned to consider the wrinkles and sags badges of honor. Maybe someday.
  4. Describe yourself in seven words. You said “positive words” in your response – how do you do that without sounding like you’re tooting your own horn? I’ve always had a problem with that. But I’ll try. Tolerant, creative, intelligent, a little bit friendly, a little bit hermit, nature lover, animal lover. Okay, so I used more than seven words, but I was pretty sure a group of words counted as one.

Now that I’ve said I’d rather take pictures than be in them, I will share one husband took of me in 2006 when we made a trip back east. Then I will share another picture taken by me on the same day. Both of these were taken at Mystic Seaport in Connecticut.

I haven’t shared any of these pictures before because they were taken before my blogging days and since I’ve not been taking pictures lately, because I’ve not been getting myself out there into the cold winds and weather I think this would be a good time to start sharing some of these.

We took this trip just a week after I retired. The trip was prompted by two things: my desire to visit a couple who have been dear friends since I was but a young wife, before I was a mother, when I lived in New York state. The second thing was that husband had never been further east than Chicago, and I wanted him to see the fall colors. Most of his life was spent in southern California, where there are no fall colors.

We flew into Hartford, Connecticut and spent the first day there touring Mark Twain’s house. So here’s a picture of Mark Twain’s house.

It’s an amazing house, but then Samuel Clemens was an amazing man.

We didn’t spend a lot of time in Hartford, although the night of our arrival was a rather interesting story. I had made reservations for the night at a La Quinta motel, and had called them specifically to tell them we would be arriving very late because our flight wasn’t scheduled to land until midnight. We had also reserved a car, to be picked up at the airport. We landed as scheduled, we gathered our bags, we took a shuttle to the car rental, as planned. It was downhill from there. Our car wasn’t there yet. Oh great! But they were kind and helpful and offered to take us to the motel and deliver our car in the morning. The driver even stopped at a Wendy’s so we could grab a hamburger. Then we got to the motel. I told you, downhill: they’d given our room away. Never mind we’d called to say we’d be late. They gave our room away! Eventually, the desk clerk did find us another room, at a Howard Johnson’s, some distance away. They would provide transportation back to the airport for us, and Howard Johnson’s would pick us up there. So we went to the airport, in the wee dark hours after midnight. We stood, we sat, we paced, we waited. Not so patiently. Finally, I saw a limo pull in, but not right in front of the airport entrance as expected. Running out of patience, I walked over to speak to the driver (husband had gone a different direction to see what he could see). Yes, that limo was there for us. A bit decrepit, as the door handles didn’t work quite properly, the leather seats had rips, I had visions of disappearing into the Connecticut wilderness. But we did arrive at the motel, which was being remodeled. We did get a very nice room, and a very nice complimentary full breakfast in the morning. I had not been able to reach the car rental people to explain the mixup, so we called them in the morning and they retrieved the car from La Quinta and brought it to us.

So the trip began with an adventure. A memory, a story to tell. Which I have done.

About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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8 Responses to Getting to Know a Little Bit More About Me

  1. Pingback: Getting to Know Me. . . | Wanderings of an Elusive Mind

  2. Kathy says:

    I like your description of yourself! It can be hard to write those, but it’s fun to see what we come up with. Your trip sounds fun–and it is good to see a picture of you.

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  3. Dawn says:

    And did husband like the fall colors? Glad the vacation got sorted out, not the best way to start. I would not have been so patient with all of them.

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  4. Heather says:

    Lovely pictures, all around. I’m sure you look exactly the same age today 🙂
    That house is impressive! I’d like to visit the New England states sometime, but have other travel destinations on my list first. Hope husband enjoyed the fall colors. I know I missed them when we lived in Miami.

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  5. Lisa says:

    I’m sure “7 words” was just a suggestion. I’m like you…don’t really like being the subject in photos. One wold never know I’d been on most of our trips since I’m the one behind the camera…and evidently no one else knows how to operate a camera.

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  6. pegbur7 says:

    Love that you are doing Cee’s meme. I liked finding out more about you too!

    Mark Twain’s house is gorgeous. I think I saw it on Ghost Hunters once!

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  7. Cee Neuner says:

    I loved your answers and photos……. Thanks for participating, I appreciate it!

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  8. Very endearing – I decide on the basis of this that I like you 😉

    I had no idea that Mark Twain’s house would be so ‘red’, so Gothic, so ‘much’.

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