Share Your World – 2/11/19

It’s a cold, white day here with more snow in the forecast. It’s February, the month in which I live with major cabin fever. Weary of winter, annoyed when snow gets in the way of my movements – longing for sun and warmth. I cannot rid myself of this reality though, so I look for ways inside to amuse myself – in this case, it will be by sharing my world. One more time.

What’s your favorite way to spend a weekend? In this instance, my answer will pretty much mirror that of Melanie – I’m retired and there is little difference between a weekend and a weekday. My days are very quiet as a general rule, and I like it that way. Although, this time of year, I begin to long for some adventure, some sunshine, some warmth, some ocean.

Who do you admire most in the world? I most admire people who reason, who use logic but still indulge in fantasy now and then, who are honest, who are loyal. Tolerant. Gentle, but enthusiastic. Calm, yet passionate.

 What do you regret not doing? Saving more. Disciplining myself when it came to spending instead of being impulsive during the few years I actually had an income that allowed me to be impulsive. Being wiser in looking forward to these years when I am no longer young that were so far into the future back then.

If you see a puddle on the ground, do you walk around it or over/in it? Most of the time, I think I would walk around it or step over it. But on a hot day, in sandals or barefoot, I would splash through it. It would really depend on the circumstances.

The second section of this week’s questions is all about having a Valentine, and I think I’ll just go right on past it. My years of wanting/having a Valentine are past now, which does not really make me sad. Except when the deck needs snow shoveled off, of something heavy needs moving. It’s all about practicality now. Instead, let me just say that despite it being the time of year I grumble about the weather, the slippery roads, the inconvenience, I am grateful that I woke up to do all of those things, and that one day they will pass and green will pop out of the soil again.