Sharing My World 70


It’s a coyote!  (Click photo for source)  This is a cousin of the one I saw running down our street on Sunday morning, all pointy eared and bushy tailed and NOT A DOG.  And still I ventured outside and walked around the neighbourhood.  What the hell, I’ve had a pretty good life.

Share Your World May 8, 2017

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

All of the above.  I wear shoes when I am getting ready to go out because I forget something in the house and have to go back in to get it and can’t be bothered to take my shoes off for what will probably be less than five minutes.  Then when I come back from wherever I’ve been I might again leave my shoes on because I forget to take them off.  Being forgetful makes life a lot less boring.  There’s always something new to deal with.

I wear socks when my feet are freezing.  I’ve noticed they are great dust and debris collectors.  When I take them off I wonder how there can continually be that much crap on my floors.  I’m sure it has nothing to do with my outside shoes because I always remove them at the door.  Don’t I?  I am not a big fan of my slippers because they make annoying clomping sounds but they are easier to slip into than gigantic thermal socks.

Barefoot has always been my preference, but the older I get the harder it is to pull that off, and even open toe footwear is getting to be an unwise choice.  Feet don’t get more beautiful with age.  They do get more interesting though.  My right foot has a bunion and both feet are developing claw toes.  My left big toe has an ugly thickening nail.  Mostly I cover them up so they won’t frighten small children.

What was your favorite food when you were a child?

Strangely enough it was a concoction my grandma used to make, consisting of cut yellow beans and small new potatoes in a buttery white sauce.  She made it for us on the rare occasion when mom wasn’t home to cook, so we considered it a real treat.  I have the best memories of how delicious it was and how fast a whole big pot full would disappear.  Tried making it myself as an adult but the results were disappointing.  Could be kids just have weird taste buds.

Are you a listener or a talker?

If we’re friends and visiting one on one I’ll probably talk your face off.  If you’re a talkative stranger in a supermarket check out apparently I have “sympathetic listener” tattooed on my forehead.  If it’s a big group I’m probably saying  very little.  Chances are I’m not listening either.

Favorite thing to (pick one): Photograph? Write? Or Cook?

Well I’ll just give you answers to all three because apparently I don’t understand what “pick one” means.  I like to photograph whatever catches my eye when I’m out walking, not because it necessarily makes for a great photo, but more to prove I was actually outside and away from my own property.

I like to write lists.  Must be my favourite thing to write based on sheer numbers of them started, scratched off, completed, lost, crumpled up, thrown away, stuffed into random pockets and bags.  They are everywhere.  They are supposed to keep me organized.  They are not very good at their job.

Soup is without a doubt my favourite thing to cook because it allows for freedom of expression.  You can toss any number of weird things in there and still have a wide margin for success.  W would not agree with that.  He suffers from chronic soup suspicion.  Yes, that is a real affliction.  He likes to know exactly what he is consuming and with my soups full knowledge is not always possible.  Or even preferable.

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

My daughter has made some positive changes in her life and I’m grateful to her for inspiring me to make some too.  I haven’t been walking because of a painful knee and fear of making it worse, but on Saturday the two of us (well three of us if you count the dog) got out in the sunshine and took a long stroll.  Here’s the funny thing about that.  The longer I walked the better my knee felt.  So I guess my making-it-worse excuse is total crap.  Damn.

W just sent me a text from Ontario to say he made it to the island safe and sound.  He left early yesterday morning and I am on my own for who knows how long.  Could be a month, could be the whole summer.  So I am REALLY looking forward to the grass growing so that I can cut it.  Haha.  Threw that in there to see if you’re still paying attention.

Soup and walking.  That’s what I meant to say.  Hope I don’t die from all the excitement.  Although that would beat being eaten by a coyote I guess.


15 thoughts on “Sharing My World 70

  1. My husband has soup suspicionPlus. If he sees me preparing to cook or bake ANYthing he asks anxiously, “What are you making?” in tones reserved for catching someone about to commit a crime. I may have over-seasoned a dish once. Or twice. Now I pay the price.

    I do enjoy your weekly contribution to Cee’s challenge. I always end up smiling.

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    • Omg, do they really think we’re going to poison them? We wouldn’t do that. (would we??) lol. W is always giving me detailed suggestions for meals. It’s his way of stifling my creativity. And I guess making sure he doesn’t go hungry….

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  2. “Being forgetful makes life a lot less boring. There’s always something new to deal with.”
    I’m pretty sure this is the basic principle cats function under, too!

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    • I think you’re right. That’s explains staring at a wall for an hour like it’s something brand new to be marvelled at. And then turning their little cat heads slightly to the left and going….a corner! Holy shit!! 😄

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  3. Well, I don’t know about there, but here, adult coyotes and foxes love to avoid people. Very skittish. Not that I wanted a visit, either, but they are very wary — always a good thing in animals with large biters. Their young (any young) can be far more bold — that’s been my concern since a quite young fox decided to bark his head off rather than run away out of my yard, once. I’m babbling, I see that — I’m just THAT glad to see you’re okay, dammit! 🙂

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    • Oh…😊❤️ I never mean to worry anyone, I’m just a master procrastinator. Gah, say that fast ten times.
      I wasn’t really too concerned about meeting up with this guy, he looked like he was in a big hurry to get somewhere else. And yelling and waving your arms is supposed to scare them off. I thought I could handle that without too much practice. Now I’ll be watching for our resident jack rabbit to wander by. Hope he wasn’t someone’s dinner.

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      • Omigosh, a jack rabbit is something I’ve never seen in person, though there are wild bunnies in a seaside park near here with real warrens and everything. The one thing I’d not like to attempt to scare off, if we don’t count mountain lions, is a bear of any kind — they’re all bigger than us. (Wow.. saying “Master Procrastinator” fast ten times is a lot like being Sylvester the Cat — by the 8th time, everything gethth a little thprinkled! Thankth.)

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  4. Gah, I have those same bare foot issues along with the driest skin known to man and these odd, rather crusty whitish… oh-perhaps that’s too much information. Just know that I’m right there with you on the old feet ugliness. I actually think mine HAVE frightened small children…

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    • LOL! Yes the dry skin is a pain as well. I try to remember to put lotion on my feet every night before bed. Then I’m afraid to get up and walk anywhere in case I slip and fall and break my legs. Getting old is not for sissies.

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  5. You make me laugh.
    Thank you.
    I am with you on the listener/talker thing.
    I go very quiet in crowds.
    I go barefoot as much as possible.
    Don’t wear your glasses when looking at your feet.
    It helps.
    If I remember to cream my feet I put on socks…helps with the slipping and the cream soaks in better.

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    • I wondered why I have such an aversion to wearing my glasses. Best to view yourself in a hazy blur at this stage in life. lol. Yes I do the socks thing with lotion but can’t stand wearing socks to bed. Also can’t stand lotion on my sheets. God, life is hard.


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