What are you a “natural” at doing?
If natural abilities show up in childhood with a minimum of encouragement, perhaps mine was related to music. I never had much of a singing voice (my sister got all the talent there) but I had an ear for music and perfect pitch and could sight-read pieces and play them on the piano with ease. In teachers college when I finally showed up to try out for the special music class they asked me what in the world I’d been waiting for. Not much ever came of all that talent. I haven’t touched a piano in years. I get supremely annoyed if someone sings off-key or hits a bad note. I like to listen to classical music and jazz once in a blue moon, and sometimes switch the sat radio to tunes from the 1940’s They’re so bad they’re good.
Now I’m a natural at making soup. It’s a much more useful ability. My mom must have passed on to me part of her talent for throwing a bunch of stuff together without a measuring cup in sight and ending up with something delicious. No recipe, difficult to duplicate, always a surprise. Edible music to warm your soul on a cold winters day.
Would you prefer a one floor house or multiple levels?
The house you need/want/prefer is constantly changing as your life and circumstances change. As much as I have always loved the idea of living in a six-story castle with turrets and ballrooms, I’m afraid all those stone staircases and drafty halls would kill me now, never mind the responsibility of servants and groundskeepers and film makers wanting to use it for a movie set. A grand old three-story mansion with an attic would probably do me in as well. I’m too old for haunted spaces and fireplaces with dead birds stuck in the chimneys and entire rooms made in to dusty old libraries. I’ve also given up my dream of having a cathedral ceiling with windows everywhere and a cozy artists loft. Even our three bedroom bungalow is feeling too big for the two of us these days. I’m ready for something smaller with no stairs anywhere, not even up to the front door. Flat as a pancake and easy to clean. Sturdy shelves for my books and a corner for my art supplies and a kitchen almost too small to turn around in, but big enough for soup.
What was your favorite subject in school?
You might expect me to say art, but I didn’t love it because it was so structured then, with too many rules and often disappointing results. I did love English, or Language Arts, and composition. I hated how we were made to do book reports though, dissecting everything to death. It was like explaining a joke until it was no longer funny. In high school I thoroughly enjoyed Latin. That was like having a love affair with words.
Complete this sentence: If only the rain..
…..would soak the world with joy and wash away all the pain and hurt and hate. And maybe sweep some obnoxious mouthy morons down a sewer grate.
What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
It is getting easier every day to know what I can and cannot eat to keep my diabetic readings stable. Last night we dined out. I had Chicken Parmesan, sweet potato fries and five ounces of Merlot. Perfect. Except for the blatant absence of vegetables. But sometimes I make a meal of nothing but vegetables, so it all evens out.
We have packages of coffee, both beans and ground, that we are trying half heartedly to use up by brewing a pot of coffee in the morning. It’s coffee brewer vs. Tassimo, and Tassimo is sneaking in a lot of wins. It’s just so much easier than measuring out water and scoops of coffee and having the coffee sit there and get stale and then poured down the sink and spilling the filter full of wet grounds on its way to the little green compost bin. Life is just so hard when you have nothing of consequence to do with yourself.
There is this one thing though. W has asked me to do one of my collage pictures with a fishing theme. He wants to hang it up at camp, although where exactly is a mystery because the walls are already covered with photo boards and other fishy things. I said ‘what if you hate it?’ and he said ‘I’ll hang it up anyway’.
I’m grateful he has shown an interest in my work, other than to ask me what the hell I’m planning to do with all this shit. So that’s my next project. When we move to our tiny little pancake house we will be having one hell of a garage sale.