Some reorganizing is going on around here (about time I can, truly, hear some of you say!), hence less writing or photos than normal. One of the things I am reorganizing is my computer (in hopes of making it work a little faster), and I’m hitting the delete button like crazy. I was about to delete this post, which I wrote months ago in response to some meme which was going the rounds, and then never bothered to finish, and then I thought, “Meh, there’s really nothing much else to write about just now, so why not just throw it into the mix which is my blog.”
I have some unbelievably caring, talented, witty and wonderful friends in my life, and I am more grateful for those friendships than you could imagine.
My feet are wide & I always have trouble finding shoes to fit, consequently am probably the only woman on planet who hates shoe shopping.
Apropros the last, my very first ambition was to be a ballet dancer ………….ok you can stop laughing now!
I don’t so much like the logistics of moving (though experience has made me quite adept), but I love moving house and discovering a new neighborhood or town. It’s a substitute for not be able to constantly travel.
I am a country girl at heart who adores cities.
I am, by nature, a procrastinator and a mugwump…….doesn’t say much for me, does it? And also explains a lot.
Am probably the only person of my generation who wasn’t knocked sideways by the Beatles. Nostalgia now, yes, but at the time could take ’em or leave ’em.
I remember Hopalong Cassidy and the Cisco Kid.
The older I get the more I am angered by sexism and ageism.
Racism has always, always been the thing which, literally, was capable of making me see red.
The things I believe in now are the same things I believed in in my youth, but I haven’t always been true to them, so now I need to make up for lost time.
Am incredibly saddened by the fact I haven’t travelled outside of Europe and the US (except for a day trip to Morocco!). It’s time.
I seriously can’t get going in a morning without a coffee. I can get through the rest of the day without (though I’d rather not) but I HAVE to have that first one before I do anything at all.
Becoming a mother was a turning point in my life. It made me more aware of the world around me, more alert, made me ask more of myself. It was stimulating, fascinating and rewarding. I didn’t feel at all limited by my new role, I found it liberating and fulfilling, and it also put me back in touch with my emotions. I didn’t know this until my nest emptied, and I looked back, but I am incredibly grateful for the experience and its outcome!
I love food (and drink!) but don’t always like to cook. Usually in winter I cook and/or bake most days because I believe in fresh foods cooked well, but in summer it’s too hot here, and I hate cooking!
When I say, “I like food.” I mean “I like food.” For me, when the mood is right a burger is as good as foie gras, and an ice cold beer as good as Chateau Yquem…….to everything there is a season.
JFK was my first hero, and it hit me like a ton of bricks when he died. His assassination came at a time when I was very vulnerable, and it turned my world upside down, and made me question my beliefs and life in general.
I find it really hard to précis or edit. I LIKE to ramble!
Took me a long time to realize that some decisions don’t HAVE to be made – redwine/white wine, favorite movie/book/song/singer/band/city/country, whatever – it’s ok to like more than one or two or more!
The first thing I remember being passionate about is reading. The first time I remember being utterly lost in a book, I was around 9 years old, and it was only when the teacher’s ruler snapped across my desk that realized that the ‘quiet reading time’ at school was over. It was a revelation – books could transport me anywhere I wanted to go. My favorite reading is non-fiction of various types, but especially travel, needless to say, or classic novels, but often I am pleasantly surprised by modern works when I am encouraged to read them by my much wiser friends!
I am utterly ashamed that after living so long in Spain I don’t speak Spanish better than I do.