Is your second toe longer than your big toe? Yes, it is, therefore I have Morton’s Toe, according to Laura – and as she said, I don’t often remember dreams. If anything, it’s usually just bits and pieces and makes little sense. And I do have issues with anxiety sometimes. Which probably means I could blame this on genetics? Although having something to blame it on doesn’t really do much.
What happens when the dogs dream? I have not read Laura’s answer to this question yet – when mine dreams, she twitches, makes funny noises, often runs. She doesn’t remember her dreams either, of if she does, she doesn’t share.
What’s on your closet floor right now? Hey! I keep the door closed for a reason, you know. Okay. Suitcases. A small step stool. Other things, most likely, back in a dark corner because I have a small shelving unit at the end for more storage space which doesn’t extend all the way across. Some day I’ll clean it out. We will NOT discuss the floors of the other two bedroom closets.
Name five books on your bookshelf. Although I have real bookshelves, with real books on them, they are mostly reference books. The shelf for books I plan to read or have read is digital – my preferred way of reading these days. I just finished reading The Stars Are Fire by Anita Shreve. I also just read Loving Eleanor by Susan Wittig Albert, which was very interesting. Waiting to be read are Same Beach, Next Year by Dorothy Benton Frank; The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty; Last Night in Twisted River by John Irving, and several others – because Bookbub temps me on a daily basis with inexpensive offers.
Name something that inspired you this week. A friend posted a picture on Facebook of some cabbage soup she was making, which inspired me to make a soup also – although it didn’t end up being a cabbage soup. It ended up being a multi-bean, multi-veggie soup, which was very good. I suspect that’s not the kind of inspiration Laura meant, but that’s about the extent of my inspiration this week. I am looking forward to hopping on the train to Portland this coming Saturday to meet my daughter there, then bringing her home with me on Sunday’s train. I am also looking forward to my son joining us for the holidays.
I have done a little inking lately – this one is Can’t See the Forest for the Trees, and will become a trivet for a large hot dish. As soon as I get myself down to the shop to cut a backboard for it, but it’s very cold in that shop just now. Then it will be up for offers.