Time to share once again. Time to answer the questions posed by Cee, letting you all into a little more of our worlds.
1. Are you usually late, early, or right on time? I am usually early. I’m very anal about being on time, which ends up meaning I allow much more time than is generally required and so I’m early. That, and the fact that once I’m ready to leave, I have a hard time settling in one spot so I leave early.
2. If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels? Oh gosh. I guess it would have to be short stories. My writing really is limited to my blogs, and I enjoy playing with words but developing plots and characters is so beyond my capabilities I believe. As to rhymes and rhythms, I think that is not me.
3. Where did you live at age ten? Is it the same place or town you live now? Where did I live all those years ago? I really do not know. Definitely not the same place I live now. Nowhere near it! It’s hard to remember where I lived at any given time in my youthful years because we moved so frequently. I think maybe we lived in Cheboygan, Michigan for at least part of that year, just based on photos and my brother’s age when we lived there. As a young adult, when I applied for a civil service job and had to fill out paperwork for a security clearance, I had to ask my mother for a list of places we lived – she had it all written down, I had no clue.
4. Would you rather be able to fly or breathe under water? Do I really have to choose? Could I have both of those talents, kind of like split custody? Breathe under water for part of the year, flying for other parts of the year? I love the water, always have, but I also have often wished I could be a little bird high in the sky to see things those of us stuck to the ground cannot see. If you’re going to wish for something, might as well go for it all, right?
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I am, always, grateful for waking up each morning and being able to get upright. I am always grateful for friends and family and furry girls. In the week coming up, I’m hoping maybe to find at least part of the answer to my feelings of discontent, of restlessness – figure out what direction it is I want to go.
Yesterday, Shasta and I walked to the mailbox, but could not take Bailey with us because it is a greater distance than she could handle these days. So in the afternoon, we took a much shorter Bailey walk. Coming back into the yard, these signs of fall caught my attention – there is nothing about fall that I do not like, I think. These photos were all taken with my phone.