Cee posted her weekly questions on Monday, as usual and I am now going to attempt to answer them, as usual. Most of the time, as usual, that is. Now and then, I miss a week, usually on a week when I haven’t the brain power to produce words.
1. Would your rather be stuck in a small plane with mild turbulence for 2 hours or be a passenger in a car racing the Daytona 500? I have to take the small plane here. I would simply have a heart attack if I were a passenger in a Daytona 500 car racing around that track at those speeds in that heavy traffic.
2. Would you rather be alone with nobody in the vicinity for one month or never be alone not even for a minute for one month? Hmmm – I gather from Cee’s response that my furry girls would not be with me. That would be tough – but then again, having not even one minute alone for an entire month would be tougher, I think. Time to myself is critical to my well-being, so I would miss my girls and my friends, but . . . I would have my electronic devices and internet access, right? So we could still communicate. At least with my family and friends, the furry girls aren’t so good on the internet.
3. Would you like to sleep in a human size nest in a tree or be snuggled in a burrowed spot underground? Another easy choice – a human size nest in a tree. I don’t do well in completely enclosed, dark spaces. I need light, fresh air and the sounds of nature. But can I take my insect repellent (organic, of course) with me?
4. In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger? That depends on who I’m in the car with. With my friends I’m fine both ways. When I was with husband (and some other male of the species), I’d prefer to be the driver. I’m not fond of being a passenger when the driver follows other cars more closely than I think is safe (and AARP agrees with me) or drives faster than I think road conditions justify. Besides which, I’m a bit of a control freak.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I’m grateful for the times when this independent furry girl gets into my lap and gets comfortable, with her quiet little purr adding to the pleasure
and I’m grateful for the opportunity to enjoy a luxurious pedicure that leaves me with sparkly blue toes – although I’m thinking blue might be a little further out of my box than I’m comfortable with. But it’s fun, that’s what counts.
I’m looking forward to days of sunshine, the blooming of more flowers, birdsong and the irritated chatter of the squirrels.