Here it is – another Halloween, the day prior to the “month of the dead” celebration. Over the years, the meaning of Halloween has changed – a lot – now being the day/evening for children to practice being frightening, in a nice way, and to fill their bags with sweets and treats. When I was a child, and when my children were children, it was a fun evening. Now, living on a dark, rural road, with no children around, it is simply another day. I’m fine with that – it’s one of those “been there, done that” things for me. But – it is also the beginning of a new week, and time to join Cee in sharing.
Where do you eat breakfast? My preference would be to eat breakfast out, at a place where it is cooked for me, served to me, and cleaned up afterwards by someone other than me. At home, left to my own devices, breakfast does not often happen, but when it does, it will consist of complex foods like a smoothie, a bagel with cream cheese, an English Muffin with lots of butter. You know, complex foods that take maybe a minute to prepare. And it will never ever be right after I get up – breakfast is most appreciated a couple of hours after I’ve gotten up. At least a couple of hours.
Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want have a evening with? My choices are simple – not complicated at all. My first choice of people I’d like to spend time with, any time, is always my kids, my Kat and Gep. Next in line would be my friends, congenial, with like interests, comfortable. It would be a relaxing evening. I am beyond the point in life where I am looking for challenges or much stimulation.
If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be? Oh gosh. Maybe an Oak tree, strong and sturdy, flaunting my flamboyant colors in the fall, providing nuggets for wild critters to store for winter. And in the heat of the summer, providing shade for all who wish to linger near me and a place for the birds to start their new families.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. I’m not sure what it was that inspired me, but this week I have felt more inspired to indulge myself with my inks, deciding to create whatever moves me at the moment, with no consideration to whether it’s something others might want to buy. Because I’ve concluded that attempting to make art that might be marketable takes away the fun, the freedom, of making art. But this might be the source of another blog post one day.