What type of music relaxes you the most or do you prefer silence?
Sometimes I think there’s no such thing as relaxing music. For me it is never in the background, no matter how soft and sweet. It feels intrusive. It gets in my head and interferes with everything else. I hope that proves that there are actually a few things in there. I especially don’t like music playing when I’m on hold on the phone or loudly blaring at me when I’m shopping. Or when the next door neighbors’ son starts his car in the morning. That kid cannot possibly have much left of his ear drums. Recorded water sounds (rainfall, waterfalls, waves) and weird and random nature noises just make me nervous. A harp makes me feel sad. Piano music grates on my nerves because I used to play piano and I am constantly listening for mistakes. Even the sound of somebody humming annoys the hell out of me.
Okay. I guess the answer here is that I prefer silence. Or white noise, like a monotonous fan, which filters out everything else. I will probably be the happiest old deaf person you have ever seen.
Show us a two of your favorites photographs. Explain why they are your favorite. If you are not a photographer, think of a two favorite scenes in your life and tell us about them.
Two of my favourite things are my adult children who both have families of their own now, although I still often think of them like this:
The best place to enjoy a drippy popsicle is wherever the juicy stains are least likely to be noticed.
I apologize if the sight of this furniture damaged some of your brain cells. If colour made noise, this couch would probably give you a migraine. It came with the government housing in the late 1970’s in Inuvik, N.W.T. It was not my fault. My daughter painting my son was also not my fault.
What is your favorite tradition? (family tradition, church tradition, whatever)
It doesn’t matter what we’re celebrating or where or why, just being with family is what’s important. As long as they don’t have their music turned up too loud.
If you could go back and talk to yourself at age 18 what advice would you give yourself? Or if you are younger than 25 what words of wisdom would you like to tell yourself at age 50?
When I was 25 I could not imagine ever being 50. Now that I’m well past 50 I can’t for the life of me remember what I was up to at the age of 18. Maybe I would just tell that girl to enjoy the music, because one day she’s going to kind of hate it. I would also let her know her kids are going to one day paint each other for no apparent reason other than finding it funny. She should laugh too. There can never be too much laughter in your life.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I love Netflix when they send me notifications that some crazy thing I watched for 15 minutes 5 years ago has new episodes. Because how would I know that otherwise? I love that I can take time off from writing or painting or thinking and sit down and watch six episodes in a row of whatever I want, putting off what I actually should be doing for another time when I might feel like getting it done.
I don’t know what I’m looking forward to other than putting something on a really beautiful background I painted. I promise I will post it soon. I don’t know why I’m taking so long to decide on something. Maybe I’m afraid of ruining it. Maybe procrastination is just my all time favourite thing ever. I can almost hear my 18-year-old self yelling at me from my past to get the hell off my ass and get some things accomplished before there are no years or months or days left. Sorry, my fan is on high and I can’t understand you. Netflix sends me an email. Maybe try that in a couple of decades.