If you lost a bet and had to dye your hair a color of the rainbow for a week, what color would it be?
If the choices were strictly red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, I would go with red. Bright fire engine apple red. So that people would stop and stare and make funny remarks about the crazy old lady with the flaming red hair. But if it was ok to go with any hue you can come up with, I would much prefer pink, the colour of fluffy cotton candy. And maybe not quite so many startled exclamations from strangers.
If you could choose one word to focus on for 2017, what would it be?
Writing. Or maybe Living. I can’t decide. They are both things I am trying to focus on, but so far I’m doing my normal lackadaisical hit and miss break-taking job of both. Nothing happens. Then things happen that I don’t want to write about. I have days where I would rather just obsess over them in silence.
Last week I learned of the death of a 67-year-old man I knew through work. He died two days before Christmas, halfway through his work day. I joked with him once about retiring, but he said he tried it briefly and got bored because his wife was still working so he came back. Stories like this drive me nuts. It’s like people decide to work themselves to death. He was too old to be working and much too young to die. And of course it is absolutely none of my business how anyone else chooses to exist. Or ceases to exist in this lifetime. Sometimes it makes me sad, and sometimes I think deceased people are lucky they won’t be around to face whatever happens next. I know, it’s messed up. I don’t want to talk about it.
What was one thing you learned last year that you added to your life?
I learned a whole lot about cleaning up and sprucing up and redecorating an old house. Mostly I learned it’s a lot of work and I don’t ever want to do it again. I also learned you should do it completely for yourself without trying to please anyone else. It will just make you sad when the next people move in and decide to gut the place. So I have added serenity. I have subtracted mountains of clutter. I have greatly simplified our next move. If I die before then there’s way less crap for the living to sort through.
If life was ‘just a bowl of cherries’… which fruit other than a cherry would you be..?
A peach. You have to work your way through the fuzzy skin to get to the good stuff. Obviously I have no clue what this question means.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for my knee recovering from whatever its problem was. I still walk around being cautious and aware of it, just in case. And probably looking sneaky and weird in the process.
I am grateful for surviving a back-to-back full moon and Friday the 13th. Although as many sources predict, next Friday could be infinitely more frightening.
Next week W goes for his one year follow-up on his hip replacement surgery. Other than that madly exciting event, I’ve got nothing specific to anticipate.
More lists, though. I’m not done with the lists. I will work on being slightly less morbid. Yay for that, right?