Sharing My World 28

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This used to be my world. A basement apartment in the early seventies complete with wood panelling and posters. And bare feet. And long hair. And strange things dangling from the green tulip pole lamp.

 

Share Your World 2015 Weeks 17, 18 and 19

Lately, for whatever reasons, I have seriously neglected to share my world.  So today I will share the heck out of it by answering a whopping lucky thirteen questions.  I will try to be brief, but when has that ever happened.

What type of pets do you have or want? Or do you not want pets?

We always had dogs and cats when I was growing up on the farm but I preferred the company of cats. They slobbered less.  The dogs loved my sister, not me.  My husband had a black lab, and then we had two cats for close to 20 years.  After that I killed a Japanese Fighting fish.  It was no match for me.  I like other people’s dogs and cats, but I’m not a great animal care giver, so I don’t think we will have any more pets in our lives.  It’s a big enough challenge looking after each other.

What was or is your favorite cartoon?

I really kind of hate the cartoons we used to watch on tv.  Although maybe hate is too strong a word.  But they always did stress me right out.  Walking off cliffs, getting blown up, having things happen to you that should result in fatal head injuries.  People and animals being insanely rude to each other.  How is any of that funny?

When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot?

Bare feet are the happiest feet.  Except when you get dry, rough, cracked heels.  Or drop heavy pieces of furniture on them.  I still think the risks are worth it.

Are you a traveler or a homebody?

I am the biggest homebody that ever lived.  And yet I have gone places.  The things we do to ourselves.

What is your most favorite smell/scent?

Coffee brewing while bacon sizzles in the pan.  Tomato plants.  Clean laundry fresh off the clothes line.  The sweet smell of new-mown grass.  Whatever that smell is after it rains.  That one is hard to beat.

Do you prefer long hair or short hair for yourself?

My mom gave me dutch boy haircuts until I begged her to let me grow my hair long enough for a pony tail.  Then I chopped it all off super short, but grew it back long and straight in time for fitting in to the long-haired hippy sixties.  W said when he met me my hair was down around the hem of my mini skirt.  That’s an exaggeration.  Although those skirts were pretty damned short.   I loved my long hair, but there comes a point in your life when all it does is drag your face down with it.  So now it’s short again, and likely to remain that way as long as there are scissors in my bathroom.

Do you plan out things usually or do you do them more spontaneous (for example if you are visiting a big city you don’t know?)

I go along with whatever someone else has planned.  That way I can blame other people when I don’t have any fun.

What is your favorite outdoor activity?

Seriously?  Sitting in a lawn chair with my sunglasses on and my eyes closed.

Would you prefer a one floor house or multiple levels?

Multiple levels are ideal when you’re young enough to run up and down all the stair cases without collapsing in a wheezing heap of broken bones.  When we moved in to this house, W took the hand railing off the basement stairs to make it easier to move furniture down there.  He never got around to putting it back, although I have nagged him about it on and off for years.  Late this fall he is going to have hip replacement surgery, and his beloved tv is down those basement stairs.  Stay tuned for further developments.

If you have a TV, would you prefer the TV in the living room or another room?

Well, speak of the devil.  I like it downstairs where I can’t see or hear it.  Especially when W has the remote control.  But I spend a ridiculous amount of time watching Netflix and other stuff on my I-Pad.  The difference is not having to wear my glasses to read the subtitles, and not having to listen to commercials.  Plus watching any stupid thing I please.

When you leave a room, do you turn the lights off behind you or keep the lights on throughout your house most of the time? Explain your answer.

This is turning into a ‘complain about W’ post and he’s not even here to defend himself.  I turn lights on and he turns them off, so I have to turn them on again.  I especially like to leave the lights on at the back door where the railing-less steps go down to the basement.  If I’m going to fall down there and kill myself I’d like someone to be able to see the results.  But he’s away now, so lights are on in all the normally low-light places.  They will remain on until he comes home.  Or the bulbs burn out, whichever comes first.

What’s your favorite room in your home?

I like all the rooms in my house, but spend most of my time in or around the part of the living/dining room that’s been morphed into a little art studio.  I used to spend a lot of time in the bedroom at my computer, but found myself struggling to do things in the living room on my I-Pad instead, even though it took twice as long.  Then I turned my computer desk away from the wall so that it faces the window.  Now I like it here again.  But not as much as where the art is.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful that W finally got everything packed up and ready to go and should be reaching his destination in North Western Ontario sometime today.  I am grateful that I can leave all the lights on now, day and night, and cook things for myself that would cause him great anxiety if he thought I wanted him to eat them.  I’m only looking forward to doing my own shopping because I can now buy turnips without being harassed.

Well!  That’s over a thousand sharing words.  What’s new in your world?  Are you wearing shoes?  Be careful on those stairs.

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31 thoughts on “Sharing My World 28

  1. Wow, man… what a trip, back to the 70’s. In your picture I see also a poster of the Desiderata, yes? And a bottle of Mateus transformed into a candle holder. Yes, this nails the era, totally, man.

    Enjoy your hubby-free time as well as the turnips. I know exactly what you mean.

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  2. Maggie beat me to it…I had the Desiderata and the Mateus candle holder. ☺ You’re missing the lava lamp, blacklight posters and maybe a curtain of beads ??? Such a time piece, this photo.

    I married a guy who turns out lights behind me. The worst is if I’m in the middle of cooking, and I take a bathroom break, I come back to a dark space. Since 1973 !! He tells me he spent a lot of time with his grandfather, a Depression era guy, who turned his thermostat back to 45 degrees every time he left his house.

    Nice share ! Ditto on the bacon and coffee fragrance. ☺ Van

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  3. Wow. That Mother Grass poster explains so much.

    The cartoon violence dislike was interesting. Although cartoonsdidn’t bother me, violence is why I disliked the Three Stooges so much.

    Feet should be bare. Outdoors, too, whenever and wherever possible.

    Folks with up- and downstairs in their homes live an average of four years longer than flatlanders, I read once in Nerd Weekly.

    The same males who get on women’s backs for wasting pennies, literally, leaving lights on to have a safe, cheerful home will think nothing of driving a more expensive car than needed to go from point A to point B, or buying their third set of screwdrivers because they couldn’t be bothered to put away properly each socket as used from the first two sets.

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  4. I’m with you on those old cartoons. Road Runner, Tweety and Sylvester, Daffy and Bugs. All so violent and so rude to each other. Even as a child I didn’t really care for them, or the 3 Stooges although later I understood the punching and eye gouging was all fake I would have enjoyed them more without it.

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  5. I love the way that your answers, which at first seem just off-the-cuff and nonchalant, refer back to each other, and become recurring motifs. It’s like reading a Seinfeld episode where different things all come together in the end!

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  6. My boss had the voice of Yosemite Sam, or one of those old-time characters doing a Clint Eastwood impression of his “Make My Day” speech, on his computer. Every Day when he logged on you’d hear a voice coming from his office stuttering, “Suffering Succotash, Do you feel Lucky?”

    I got an outstanding from him at the end of the grading period, and almost fainted.

    I think adults think too much. Kids just laugh. My #2 granddaughter laughed her fanny off one day when we watched the Muppets riding in an Old Jalopy, aka, Wind in the Willows (with Kermit as Mr. Toad). The gang came to a fork in the road…literally..a fork in the road…and they didn’t know what to do. She graduated with her Master’s in Earth Science on Sunday

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