Today it’s time to play along with Cee and share some more of my world, because yesterday I was too busy sharing my run-away-day. Here goes!
1. What were you most likely doing on this day when you were 12 years old? I would have been in school. But don’t ask me where, because we moved around so much I can’t remember where I lived when. Somewhere in the midwest, certainly – or maybe Florida. I remember we lived outside of Pensacola, Florida during part of the winter when I was 12, and it snowed there that year. Not a lot, but still, they aren’t used to seeing white stuff on the ground.
2. If you could write about, paint a picture or photograph any scenery you’ve seen before, what scene would your use? Oh gosh. Do you mean one I haven’t already taken a picture of? Maybe an old, nearly falling down barn. In the eastern part of the country, because that’s where you find the best barns. Well, okay, east of the Rockies. I would imagine the family that lived on that farm/ranch, and the stories the barn could tell.
3. What is one of your favorite quotes? There are many quotes I love, but of course I can’t recall any of them now that I need one. Almost always, it’ll be something from Mark Twain or A.A. Milne. For today, it’s Mark Twain: A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.
4. What is your favorite type of dog? (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie) I love labs – those gentle, intelligent, eager-to-please (for the most part) lovers. I do not love the constant shedding however. I have met few dogs that I didn’t love, like a lot, or couldn’t live with. Anything too frenetic would make me crazy I think, and some of those with high-pitched yappiness would not be my favorites. But usually, if it has fur and big eyes, it’s my friend. Old Yeller, Marley, Hachi from Hachi: A Dog’s Tale. I cry when bad things happen to good dogs.
Today, just a couple of photos – because my photo gallery is full of the yet-unshown Crater Lake pictures which will come another day.
After my Ran Away from Home post, Jay asked where the picture of the Nepal-made bag was – the one I’d bought in the gift store. Remember? It was the one calling my name the loudest. So, especially for Jay, here it is!