It doesn’t seem so long ago that “grandpa’s munchkin” was just a happy goofy little kid. She’s not exactly front and center in this photo with mom and great grandparents but somehow she manages to grab the spotlight anyway.
She’s still doing that, fifteen years and counting.
I’m tempted to talk about time flying and growing up too fast but I’ll skip all that grandma blather we’ve all rolled our eyes at before and just wish Happy Birthday to our beautiful Valentine girl.
Huh. Just two? That’s a pretty short list. Better make these two things count.
1. Being RETIRED! I’m so happy I have lived long enough to get to this point. I can go to bed late, do bizarre things in the middle of the night, nap whenever I want. Make up my own schedule or simply wing it day-to-day. It’s like being a kid again but without all the silly rules.
2. ART! No, not some random guy. Drawing, painting, sketching, cutting, ripping, pasting, doodling. Learning new things. Letting my creative side loose on the world. Amassing enough art supplies to last for several lifetimes. Hey, at least there’ll be that to pass down to my kids.
Do you prefer ketchup or mustard or mayonnaise?
I like all three, in any order, accompanied by relish, sweet or dill. I also like chili sauce, seafood sauce, guacamole and salsa. Last week I had a strong craving for hot dogs. I don’t know why something which isn’t good for you at all should taste so delicious. White buns, charred mystery meat, and a pile of condiments, including chopped up onions and tomatoes. Yum.
If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?
My childhood was pleasant and ordinary. Of course I had no clue that was the case until I got through it. There were bits of misery and there were interludes of pure joy. I would paint sapphire skies with distant black thunderclouds, golden sunshine after blue-grey rain. A big red barn and a yellow brick house. Dusty gravel roads. Maybe some rainbow trees, a sea of turquoise grass waving in the summer breeze and a few purple cows lolling about in a meadow. That sounds about right.
Do you prefer a bath or a shower?
Well there’s my cue to go off on a rant about how sitting in bath water is really disgusting. I don’t know when my aversion to bathing started, but it extends to hot tubs and whirl pools, no matter how full of chemicals and disinfectants. Also public swimming pools, but that’s mostly because of the chlorine and the chance that small children might be urinating. I have to be thoroughly rinsed or I itch. Everywhere. So the short answer is “shower”. I’ll spare you the long answer because that was merely the introduction.
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 for our beautiful spring-like weather, although it’s supposed to snow again soon. Winter’s last hurrahs which don’t linger very long at this time of year. I’m grateful that W hasn’t yet taken the snow tires off my car. He asked if I could remember when he did it last year and I told him it was the day before a snow and ice storm that had me slipping and sliding all over the place to and from work for two days. Now that there’s no danger of it being a necessity to drive somewhere, he has finally lost all sense of urgency to get the tires switched around at the first sign of warmer weather. It’s Murphy’s law that once he does get around to it, there will be freezing rain.
I’m looking forward to doing our income tax. Thought I’d write that down to see how it sounds, but it’s a blatant lie. I’m dreading it, as usual. And putting it off with the snow tires. Today I’m picking up some mixed media stuff at Michael’s. I have a list. It consists of more than two items.
Daily Prompt:There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel.)
With an air of foolhardy spunk, I pick what’s missing in AIOU. I am tardy and a day past prompt, but still I think this is worth a look.
Al says, “I want to go fishing. How about you, my darling girl?”
“No way”, says Anna. “I’ll pass.
You won’t catch anything at all in this soup of a fog.
That’s a full day thrown away.”
“I’ll catch a galloping goliath! Word of honor! Just you wait.”
“Crazy old coot”, says Anna. “All right, go! Shoo!”
So Al is on his own. Off and away in his half ton truck.
Stops in a foggy mist at a babbling brook.
And now it’s all about sitting for hours and hours in his old half worn out boat,
rod in hand, watching and waiting, nodding off.
Was Anna right? Damn.
But wait – what’s this?
Whoa ho! What a hit!
A crazy fight, a long-haul skirmish, and at long last,
Following much ado and many a splash,
Blissful, joyous victory!
Man oh man!
Just look at this colossal monstrous trout!
Al is truly jubilant and can hardly wait
to put his catch into a sizzling hot frying pan
and scoff and laugh at Anna’s words.
“HAHA! I told you so!” says Al. “And you said I couldn’t do it.”
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