1. What's your favorite season and your favorite thing about it?
my favorite season is always the next season. when it's cold, i look forward to the warmer climates, and the reverse. i suppose if i had to choose, i would say autumn is my favorite. it's the season (down south at least) that clears heads after the long sweltering months of being sweaty just from standing. like zero excursion and i'm sweating. it's gross really. way more than you asked for.
autumn. autumn is my answer.
and i like the hay rides and pumpkins best about this season because i'm simple like that. sweaters, scarfs, hot chocolate, and our anniversary are all good too. wait. my anniversary should be my favorite part. can i start over?
2. If you had to leave your home quickly what 2 items (besides family, pets, and necessities) would you take with you?
i'd grab as many photos as i could. then the percolator. then stupid material things like chairs and light fixtures and good cheese and clean underwear (because you don't want to find yourself in a hospital in...). i'd probably die trying to save clean underwear.
3. What makes your heart smile the biggest?
i get all gooey and soft every time i hear my daughters conversing together. not arguing, not playing, just discussing little things. and when they make each other laugh? mild heart attack.
4. What's one of your favorite quotes?
everything john steinbeck ever wrote is gold, i think. one of the more memorable and regularly pondered excerpts from east of eden:
“when a child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just -- his world falls into panic desolation. the gods are fallen and all safety gone. and there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. it is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. and the child's world is never quite whole again. it is an aching kind of growing.”
it's certainly not warm and fuzzy, but it definitely inspires me (and haunts me).
but then my grandfather's quotes rival mr. steinbeck with this gem:
"you know what makes me different from a millionaire? he did the idea i had."
my grandfather is not yogi barra. except kind of.
so trite, but i'd choose to live on the italian riviera. i know.
6. It's midnight, and you're hungry. You can have any food in the world. What will it be?
this answer would change from day to day, from mood to mood. my answer today might be vegetarian green curry and basil rolls. and i'm rarely the sweet tooth type... always wanting savory at midnight though. (sad. it took me twice as long to think up this answer than the "in case of a fire" answer.)
7. Tell us one thing that we likely don't already know about you.
i'm an open book. i'm the opposite of a mystery. i'll tell you my (uninteresting) life story within an hour of meeting. i'm pretty sure i could use an editor to follow me around and just shake their heads as i begin telling bag boys about an article i just read or whatever. this blog is proof of my propensity for TMI. i can't imagine what people who know me may not know...
i guess you may not know that i am a champion tree climber, i'm a really really fast runner, my fontanelle never closed up and you can see my pulse through my hair, i won a blue ribbon for biggest morel mushroom at the georgia state fair last year, i was valedictorian, i sleep-sew, and i have a small tail.*
8. Where are you most comfortable?
i'm most comfortable in bed, next to my husband, laughing at a movie after the kids have gone to bed, or reading a book with him (yes, we read aloud to one another), or talking about our day's doings before we nod off. on the rare occasion that we don't have that time together, i don't have as good a following day.
9. Why did you start blogging?
i started blogging because i had just had my second child and knew (learning from the mistakes i made with my first) that i needed a form of documentation for these fleeting days and memories. tangible baby books proved to be too much work and ultimately became a source of anxiety and guilt (i can't keep up!) that only compounded the already existing inherited neurosis. blogging seemed doable and fun. i met some real friends from this thing, which was totally an unexpected bonus. as my kids are getting older and i'm finding that the "need" to blog is less than it was 6 years ago, i'm not sure i will keep it up forever. i'll continue in this sporadic manner for now, i guess.
10. Where do you hope to be in 10 years?
ugh. this is a big source of stress for me. i never thought that at 32 years old i'd be asking myself what i want to be when i grow up. i've derived more gratification being a mom than from any other pursuits in my life for sure, but i have growing children. everyday they seem to be a little more independent. they seem to need me less too, or at least in the same intense way that they used to. and i have these nagging urges to make more art and do things unrelated to being a parent... so i'm at this crossroads. there are about 2-3 paths to choose from, and not sure which is best. it's all in how i balance it, always. don't tip the scales with impulsive decisions, dera!
(your 30 minutes is up, mrs. white. i'll see you in 2 weeks.)
11. What's your favorite flower?
what a sweet question to end with. i love ranunculus. a lot.
but peonies are a close close second.
and zinnias too.
*not-a-one are true. :(
2 comments:
so glad I "found" you. I have a crush on your writing.
Oh my Gosh. I liked you before but now I love you. You have my kind of sense of humour.
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