Share Your World – 2014 Week 49
What is your preferred hot drink: coffee, tea, water, hot chocolate, or other?
Coffee addict here. Start, spend and end my day with some form of it or another. I love the idea of a cup of tea, or afternoon tea, or a tea party, and I’ve tried to like tea itself, but I just can’t do it. Plain hot water would be preferable to any kind of tea, no matter what blend or flavour you try to tempt me with or whatever wonderful things you add to it. Hot chocolate is okay, but generally too sweet. I went through a stage at work once drinking nothing but mochas (half coffee and half hot chocolate) but I’m a coffee purist at heart. Whatever that is. Probably made it up.
What was your favorite toy as a child . . . and now?
One Christmas I asked for a black baby. This was in the early 1950’s when I was three or four. I don’t know where the idea came from, but there was nothing I wanted more and Santa must have known that because he delivered. Yay! She was the most beautiful doll I’d ever seen, with her black hair and chocolate face and little red and white checkered dress. I must have loved her to pieces, because I don’t know what became of her. All my Christmases have been pretty much down hill since that one.
Now my favourite toy is my I-Pad. I use it so much that sometimes I have to recharge it during the day if I want to watch NetFlix on it later. The corners of the cover are starting to fray and the rubbery stuff is peeling off at the edges and the screen is filthy most of the time. It’s like having a little mini computer permanently attached to my right arm. It is well-worn and much-loved. But not quite to pieces yet.
Candy factories of the entire world have become one and will now be making only one kind of candy. Which kind, if you were calling the shots?
Oh gawd, I don’t care. Something with vegetables in it that tastes disgusting so I won’t be tempted to eat it. But do you know how sad this world would be without Mars Bars? Pretty damned sad.
Would you want $100,000 right now or $120,000 in a year (tax Free)?
I’ll take it now, please. Who knows how many buses I could get run over by in the next 365 days?
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week was a rather lazy one for me, not unlike all the other weeks of my entire life. However, I am getting things ready and organized for Christmas this week. We will be travelling north and spending time with kids and grandkids and grand dogs. I’m grateful for the weather staying less than horrible. I can’t say it’s good, because it IS winter after all. It’s less than a week to go to the shortest day of the year. And before we know it, 2014 will be over and gone. Just like the remaining hours of this day. Those gifts are not going to wrap themselves. Guess what I’m doing next. If I had that hundred grand I bet I’d seriously consider paying somebody to do it for me.
It was the best birthday present ever in her short little life, that beautiful blue doll buggy made from tin.
She packed it full of dolls like sleepy-eyed sardines, upside down and backwards, arms and legs and heads in all directions.
When the wheels got rusty and wobbly with a terrible squeal that hurt their ears, her big brother helped transform the treasured carriage into an amazing spaceship painted shiny silver.
For their not-so-voluntary astronaut they chose the least suspicious barn cat, who appeared to have no great plans for his morning.
They climbed up to the crest of the rooftop on the chicken shed and launched him into outer space.
Five Sentence Fiction – Wheels: packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist.
curse these tangled balls of light
this wretched tree that’s leaning right
toys to assemble on aching knees
instructions written in Cantonese
nix the milk and cookies dear
this year santa’s drinking beer
Trifextra Week 98:
Charles Dickens, in A Christmas Carol, wrote “There is nothing in the
world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.” We are giving you exactly 33 words to make us laugh out loud and spread some festive cheer.
Operation De-Clutter has officially begun here in Casa Mia.
I am writing this little declaration, not because I believe anyone will find it fascinating, (and if you do, holy cow, I hope your day improves), but because having it in writing is likely to motivate me to carry this through to a satisfactory conclusion. In other words, embarrass and guilt me in to keeping my word about it and finishing what I’ve started.
It wasn’t rocket science to figure out that the thought of actually getting rid of stuff permanently was what was holding me back. So now I have a giant purple plastic bin into which I will be lovingly placing precious articles with which I cannot possibly part. (Unless they’re confiscated behind my back and I don’t notice they’re gone, but no one has volunteered to do this for me.) So I’m on my own.
Yesterday I donated three bags of miscellaneous toys and puzzles to our local County Clothesline. And hardly made a dent in the “toy room”. But it’s a start. I have donated three big green garbage bags full of clothing to another charity. My bedroom/office is next. Walls and shelf surfaces will soon be bare while I sort out only the necessary from the purely frivolous. There are things in here I don’t even like, but they were given to me or have some sort of sentimental value or have been around so long I don’t really see them anymore. They are on their way out.
There will be many steps to this process – I expect it will keep me busy for days and days. Maybe the whole summer. More purple bins are a very real possibility. At the end of it all, everything will be put in the storage room with the door closed where I can’t see it. Then we wait. If in, say, six months, I haven’t missed or longed to see whatever is in there, out it goes. I will be ruthless.
We never used to be such crazy hoarders because we moved around so much and learned to give it away or toss it out before the move, rather than pack it up, only to pitch it out at the new location. Living in the same house for almost thirty years means we haven’t done a big purge for a very long time, and we are currently running the risk of being buried in the collected rubble. I’m just a little overwhelmed by it all. Time for a change.
So Good Luck Me! Get this done, and then we’ll work on the behavioural collecting problem that started all this in the first place.
Trifextra challenge – We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response. You may use the words in any order you choose. Our three words are
remember, rain, rebellion
Teddy bear (Photo credit: macieklew)
No toys at the table, remember?
Please put Bear away.
No baby, wait –
What are you doing?
Hey! What’s this?
A three year olds fierce rebellion,
Flinging Bear out the patio door
Into the pouring rain.
Do I collect anything? Why, yes I do. ANYTHING being the operative word here. If I like it, I collect it. Sometimes even if I don’t like it much I find myself hanging on to it anyway. One day I could have a monstrous garage sale of all my collected things and it would have no recognizable theme whatsoever.
Every so often I ‘uncollect’ a great number of collected items though. Otherwise I might find myself buried underneath them, never again to surface. I give things away, or lend them, or toss them or stuff them out of sight and forget about them.
I gave or threw away all but the most special of toys after my kids grew up, but found myself collecting them again for my grandchildren. After 10 years of this there’s of course way too many of them, but I’m not sure what should stay and what should go. Maybe there’s something treasured and cherished in there for any one of them, and getting rid of it could prove emotional and traumatic and they would never forgive me. It’s more likely that they’ll all simply remember grandma’s toy room as being filled with junk and that they had hardly any room to turn around.
But still, just in case. Best to wait until they’re at least in their teens, or maybe even have kids of their own This plan appeals to me mostly because adhering to it means that I don’t have to do anything about the mess right now.
I have a lot of African things, and a lot of books. Those things I love, as much as it’s possible to love inanimate objects. I would miss them if they were gone. The rest, not so much.
Last week I threw out three beat up muffin tins my mother gave me. They were in really bad shape and I decided they just weren’t something it made sense to hang on to for the sentimental value. So they got dumped in the bin. A couple of days later I bought a brand new teflon muffin tin, because living without at least one muffin tin is apparently something I’m uncomfortable doing.
But it WAS three for one. So that must mean I’m ahead of the game. At least in the bakeware department. I’m working on the rest. Some projects are lifelong, and I’ve accepted that the de-clutter process is probably one of them.