Eve of the Purple Cow

Purple Cow by writeraxi  www.deviantart.com

Gelette Burgess, born on January 30th (1866-1951), wrote that purple cow poem we all learned as children.  (I never saw a purple cow;  I never hope to see one, But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one!)  So January 29th gets to be purple cow eve.  I’ve seen a purple cow, if we can count the drink made from ice cream and grape juice. And yes, it borders on disgusting.

Lot’s of pressing questions to be answered today!  Or DE-pressing, depending on your point of view.

Who deserves to win an Oscar this year?  Melissa McCarthy for her supporting actress role in Bridesmaids.  Is that not one of the most unlikely nominations ever?  I think she’s a long shot.  But deserving?  You bet.  Can’t remember when I ever laughed so much in a movie theatre.  I went to see it twice.

Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert?  Concerned primarily with my own thoughts and feelings?  Check.  Minimizes contact with other people?  Check.  More prone to action than contemplation?  Never.  Makes friends readily, adjusts easily to social situations, and generally shows warm interest in surroundings?  Pfffft.  Introvert, hands down.  Not exactly a solitary brooding hermit, but some days – very close.  I interact with people at work and I blather away here, but that’s about the sum total of my extroversion.  Or extrovertedness.  See, it’s so foreign to me, I don’t even know what to call it.

What’s your favourite small town?  To have a favourite small town I think one would have to start off by actually liking small towns.  And then pick the most likable one.  I don’t like them that much, if we’re talking about a place where everyone knows your name and what’s happening in your life.  Or the fact that absolutely NOTHING is happening in your life.  I prefer some annonymity.  If I were forced to live in a small town I would probably choose to play the role of the solitary brooding hermit whose house all the little kids avoid on Hallowe’en.  Probably get an Oscar nomination for that.

Is there anything you feel too old to do anymore?  If you really want to know, I could start a list.  There are just so many things I no longer have the energy or the ambition to tackle.  That’s why we have children and grandchildren, isn’t it?  So we can sit around and watch them do all the things we no longer feel like doing anymore, especially if whatever it is involves the possible breaking of bones.

What’s the best place to get outside and enjoy nature?  As long as you’re not in the middle of a crowd of other nature lovers blocking your view, anywhere really.  Your own back yard.  Somewhere that has trees and grass, wildflowers, sand, rocks, water, wildlife that isn’t too big and scary.  Sunshine.  Air.  Go for a walk in the rain, even if you never leave the sidewalk.  Well, especially if you never leave the sidewalk because the grass is wet and there might be mud.  Ick.

When you’re down, what do you do to feel better?  I retreat mentally.  Oh, wait, sorry, that’s the introvert coming out in me.  I read, I write, I go for a walk in the rain looking for purple cows, remember what it felt like to down-hill ski, roller skate, ride a roller coaster.  Watch a movie, fall asleep, dream.  Be happy that I haven’t yet reached the point in my life where I feel too old to breathe.

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