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Sharing My World 26

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My world is full of photographic opportunities, or junk, whichever you prefer.

 

Share Your World 2015

Regarding your fridge, is it organized or a mess inside?

Well NOW it’s organized.  Because I saw this question a couple of days ago and it was either lie about the state of my fridge or clean up the mess.  I could still be stretching the truth for all you know, but there are no before and after pictures, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.  It looks good.  Things are where they’re supposed to be.  Leftover containers are presently at a minimum.  No produce is shrivelling up and nothing is growing in there.  If the world ends tomorrow a lot of coffee creamer is going to go to waste.

Have you ever been a participant in a parade? What did you do?

fall fairThis picture is from the Arran Tara Fall Fair Facebook page.  Back in the day when I attended this fair there was no such thing as Facebook.  But there was a sort of parade, in which all the local one room schools had their students march.  Each school carried a banner (ours said S.S. #1 ) (way ahead of our time for hash tags and didn’t even know it).  We were usually lined up from tallest to smallest in pairs, and wore flimsy costumes made from crepe paper and cardboard.  Our teacher was our drill sergeant and probably went home and cried after every pre-parade practice.  I’m pretty sure there were prizes for best marching, or maybe even for just showing up and looking funny, but if we won any ribbons I have forgotten.

Participation in the parade was simply something endured and gotten through so we could get to the midway and the rides and the cotton candy.  I have been in no parades since my public school days.

 

How do you stand out from the crowd?

I no longer dress up in crepe paper and cardboard, so standing out in a crowd has become more of a challenge for me.  I’m trying to think of a reason why I would want to do that, and nothing comes to mind.  I’m much more of a sidelines/blend in kind of person.  Or even better, up two floors and looking out the window, feeling all smug and safe.

How many bones, if any, have you broken?

None!  Although the second toe on my left foot, (after being repeatedly stubbed because I am too stubborn to wear shoes nine-tenths of the time) twists a little to one side and won’t straighten out.  Somebody told me this is what happens when a toe breaks and isn’t taped to the next one to keep it straight while it heals.  Really.  Who has time to tape their toes together.

That reminds me, talking about feet, my left heel is dry and calloused and cracked.  I imagine having a broken bone might cause the same amount of pain.  So I have been treating it two and three times a day with lotions and foot creams and a couple of nights I even slathered it with Vaseline and wore socks to bed.  That almost killed me.  But it’s getting better.  Wearing shoes would no doubt help.  But why get carried away.

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

I don’t know where this week disappeared to.  I’ve got some art work on the go, I made apple crisp to use up some of the apples in my (no longer) messy fridge.  We have gone out for dinner twice.  W sold our old motor home which we no longer use.  That’s the ‘royal we’, since I think I was in it maybe twice in my life.  I would rather clean the fridge and every other appliance I own if it means getting out of going camping.

The sun is shining, the snow mountain in the backyard is almost gone, and soon the lawn maintenance people will be here for spring clean up.  Nothing much is green yet, but that’s normal for our April.  W is getting organized to travel east and stay at the island for the summer.  THEN I’ll take a picture of my amazingly uncluttered fridge when he’s no longer doing the shopping and filling it up with gluten and carbs.

And that’s my boring little world for another week.  I’m off to look after my feet.  I am grateful there is nothing more serious to report.

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Snow Mountain

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Our backyard mountain of snow is melting.  Sort of how a glacier melts or recedes, taking about 40 years.  Or so it seems.  But look at that lovely sunshine at the top of the mountain!  And those patches of blue sky!  And, ummm…. that’s maybe all the positive things I can think of to say about our February backyard.  Except that it’s no longer a January backyard.

The real purpose of these pictures is to prove that I actually left my house and ventured outside for five minutes longer than normal on my way to the car and work.  I didn’t want to tempt fate by breathing in that winter air any longer than that, just in case it’s toxic, like everything else about winter seems to be for me.  I like it just fine from the inside looking out where I’m much less likely to slip on the ice and break important bones.

The green grass of spring is coming – I can feel it in all my important unbroken bones.

Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You No Lies

Wine Tasting
Wine Tasting (Photo credit: Andrew Albertson)

What new hobby would you like to try out?  Wine tasting sounds like fun. And also Astral Projection, where your astral body separates from your physical body to travel in an astral plane.  I think I could probably combine those two with a bit of practice.

What annoying word or phrase are you tired of hearing?  First and foremost, in any way, shape, or form, last time I checked, think outside the box.  It is what it is.  Just sayin’.  Nuff said.

Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased. My second family ring.  I don’t have two families, just two rings.  Because the family got bigger and I needed more stones.  The sad thing is, I don’t wear it, because of all the hand washing I have to do at work and all the lotion I have to apply, and it gets in the way when I’m adjusting and repairing glasses and I don’t want it to get damaged or lost.  I don’t wear my wedding ring either for the same reasons.  So my rings are in really pristine condition.  Wherever they are.  Somewhere safe.

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Radiohead (Photo credit: basietrane)

If you eventually break up with someone, was it ever true love?   Sounds to me like an annoying brain teaser on a philosophy final.  You would first have to properly define what true love is, and then what breaking up with someone means.  A simple Yes or No is not going to get you top marks on this one even though it’s tempting to just pick one and move on.  I googled it and found out True love is a moment in time that lasts forever.  Cole Porter says there’s a guardian angel on high with nothing to do, but to give to me and to give to you, love forever true.  So it’s perfectly acceptable to say the angels made you do it.  Radiohead puts an even better twist on things –  “true love waits in haunted attics and true love lives on lollipops and crisps.”  So I’m going to conclude that true love is all in your head.  Or in the collective heads of the true lovers.  What you do with it is up to you.  But if, by definition, it’s supposed to last forever, breaking up is not an option. True love means loving each other even when you’re both being idiots. Through good times and bad.  Until one of you strangles the other one in his sleep   death do us part.

Have you ever broken a bone? Only those Y shaped wishbones from chickens when we were kids and wished for miraculous things like hulahoops and boyfriends.

Do you remember your favourite book from childhood?  I remember my dad reading to us, even when we were old enough to read on our own.  What he read didn’t matter as much as the sound of his voice, and having him spend that time with us, and being able to close our eyes and see the story in our heads.  Those are memories that will stay with me forever.  Once when I was sick he sat down and read a couple of chapters of “Honey Bunch” to me.  I expect he thought it was complete drivel, but that’s what I wanted to hear, so that’s what he read.  My love of books began with him.

What energizes you?  A good night’s sleep. Coffee. Repeat.

Describe the last time you got really lost.  What’s the difference between lost and really lost?  Obviously I’ve never been so lost that I never got found, or I wouldn’t be here to tell you about it.  My I-Phone gets me un-lost when I take wrong turns.  Street signs are wonderful things.  As are landmarks.  If I’ve gone west to the big city, all I have to do is head east to get home.  Eventually something will look familiar.  I’m a good navigator.  I like maps, and rarely leave home without one.  Lost in thought is an entirely different story.  Every time I pick up a book and start to read I’m lost.

List your top five strengths.  That sounds like a work related question.  I work well on my own.  I work well with others. I like to learn new things.  I adapt well to change.  Some days I’m so organized it will drive you insane.

Where do you hope to be in five years?  Right here, doing this.  My ambition knows no bounds.  There’s only a couple more years to go until I’m finally smart enough to retire, I hope.  Four tops.  Even then it may be a semi retirement kind of thing, unless I’ve become totally incompetent and senile.  In which case I hope someone will point that out to me and I’ll not be so far gone that I don’t believe it.  Or off on some astral projection trip and out of hearing range.  Or passed out from wine tasting.  Who can predict anything that far into the future?  Who knows what might happen tomorrow?  Today is what I have.  I’ll live for that.