What was the last time you went to a new place?
That would be island hopping in Greece, almost a year ago. Various family members made the trip to remember my brother, who loved it there but never got the chance to go back. So we went back for him. I even drank a beer in his memory. Funny thing about Santorini, his favourite spot, was that travelling up and down its cliffs by bus scared the hell out of me. Never mind the gondola ride on which I faced the side of the hill rather than look at all that water. How in the world could you raise children that close to a cliff edge? With donkeys running around? Plus be surrounded by ocean everywhere you went? Those Greek people are incredibly brave. Maybe there’s something in the olives.
If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels, other? And what type of genre would you prefer?
I fancy myself a writer, because I write things and always have. I have never published anything except blog posts, and I don’t think that counts. Short stories work with my particular attention span. And whether I’m good at it or not, I love writing poetry. I have a big sheet of paper with copious notes about many different types of poetry with the mechanics and rhyming information. One fine day I will get around to actually using it. Time is running out to write novels, I’m afraid. A plot would be an excellent start, but I’ve never come up with one. Maybe I should just stick to Biography/Memoir. Soon I will be able to throw in some historical fiction based on my actual life. And that could slowly turn in to Fantasy if I live long enough.
Out of your five senses (touch, taste, sight, smell, hearing) which is your favorite?
I have five incredible grandchildren, and it would be just as mind-boggling to choose my favourite one in that group as in this one. Seeing and hearing would maybe be missed the most if they were suddenly gone, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. If I didn’t have taste and smell perhaps I might enjoy my own cooking more. Would losing ones sense of touch mean winter skin wouldn’t feel dry and itchy anymore? That might be worth a shot.
If 100 people your age were chosen at random, how many do you think you’d find leading a more satisfying life than yours?
My life is 86% satisfying, so the answer is 14. Well, I had to come up with something using my limited math skills. But if all of these random one hundred people were asked to write down on a random scrap of paper their definition of a satisfying life, there would be a hundred different sized paper scraps, a hundred different answers, a hundred different regrets, and more than a hundred different reasons for each of them to celebrate the life they were given. Satisfaction is all in your head.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I can’t remember what happened yesterday, never mind last week. Oh, wait! My son turned 39 on Saturday. I also don’t remember what happened when I was that age myself for an entire year. I’m sure it was a good time. This weekend I’m looking forward to a visit from the far-away four grandchildren, and the Valentine’s Day birthday of the closer-to-where-I-live one. She will be fourteen on the fourteenth. Time is flying by at an alarming rate. I’d better get going on that memoir.