It is a lazy Saturday, and my fingers feel like romancing the keyboard, so I’ve decided to play with Melanie today, before the next SYW post is out.
What’s the closest thing you’ve experienced to real magic? I guess it would have to be after a failed marriage, when I realized suddenly that I was strong, and there were many things I could do on my own. It was a “I am woman, I am strong” moment, a coming of age moment, an acknowledgement that I am a survivor.
Who is the messiest person you know? And why? Most of my friends are super neat, which often leaves me feeling I could be the messiest person I know. Which, by the way, does not disturb me. But I know that’s not really true – I am a stacker and so where I sit most of the time usually has a bit of a stack nearby, which reaches a point that I can no longer tolerate it, and neatness happens. I do know someone that might fit that category, but then again that might also be a situational thing, so I won’t name names.
If you could know the absolute and total truth to one question, what question would you ask? Oh gosh, I don’t know. Someone said “when I will die”, which I don’t think I want to know. On the other hand, her reasoning made sense to me. I don’t know. This is not an answer, but wouldn’t it be nice if truth became a “thing” in our world, and lies were a rare happening?
What benefits does art provide society? Does art hurt society in any way? I cannot think of any way that art hurts society. Sometimes artists should be more respectful about where they create their art – on the sides of buildings they do not own and other public structures, might not be the best choice. Yet, much of it is beautiful. I think art can awaken emotions, provoke thought, give pleasure. It’s an individual, precious experience. So yes, I think art does benefit society.
What’s something positive you’d like to share? Can be a smile, a joke, or music..anything that gave you a lift this week! Oh, the same things I appreciate every week could be mentioned here, but I think I’ll veer from my norm a bit. I recently made a purchase that I have since concluded is probably the very best purchase I’ve made in a long, long time. I bought a robot vacuum – spurred on by a friend getting one because her very serious bursitis prevents her from using a standard vacuum. For quite some time now, my back complains mightily when I vacuum, and it generally takes days to get through the whole house because of that. As a result, it was a chore that got put off far too long far too often. When my friend got one, it made me think about that – made me wonder if I should just squeeze the budget and go for it. So I visited Amazon (because that’s my favorite shopping place), found a model that is far less expensive than the big name – the iRobot Roomba – and very highly rated with very good reviews. Consideration, thought, rationalization, internal arguments, discussions about responsibility and guilt with oneself – I took the leap. We are getting to know one another, Eufy (that’s her brand but also her name) and I, and I am learning about her. I am also very much enjoying the fact that I can let her run free – with occasional checking to make sure she hasn’t found trouble – for her standard battery life period of 100 minutes per day, and my floors look better than they have in a very long time. That makes me smile, gives me a lift, and my back says “thank you!”