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FIRST MEME OF THE NEW YEAR 13 January 2011 I hadn't thought about doing a meme, but came across this one that I sort of liked, so...why not...? It came from a blog called Where's My Plan, who says she got it from a blog called Stone Castles and Night Skies. 1. Where did you grow up? Where do you consider home? An interesting couple of questions. The first is easy. I
grew up in San Francisco and have only lived in California. As for "where do I
consider home?" up until maybe 15 years ago, I would have considered San Francisco my
home, even though I hadn't lived there since 1960. But San Francisco has changed,
and I have changed and I think that I really consider Davis my home now. San
Francisco is someplace I love to visit, but would not like to live there again. Well, I don't expect it would affect the value any, but I would love
to have a bright, bright red car. Basically I don't really care all that
much, but red is my happy color. I have lost so many people that I think about that a lot. I
think it brings us great comfort to imagine that there is a life beyond this one, and so I
believe that. I believe I will get to ground Paul and David for all eternity (after
I give them huge hugs) for causing such pain by doing stupid things that they knew better
about doing. I have read enough about near death experiences and communication with
those who have passed that I believe there is something. And of course,
after 25 years, Gilbert is still finding me parking places, so I know he's out
there somewhere. If I can, I'll come back and let you know. :) For me, anything with "Housewives of" in it could
die the death and it would not bother me at all. But to each his own taste. For fun, perhaps Shockwave, but I've had difficulty subscribing and
then playing their games, so maybe not. Also the NAPP site (National Association of
Photoshop Professionals). I am a NAPP member and have that service, but it would be
nice to have it for free. Pretty much where I am now, though I never dreamed I'd travel as much
as we have, and I thought I'd have more grandchildren than we do. (another reason
for grounding Paul and Dave when I see them again. Paul's widow is remarried and has one
child and is expecting twins. Would those have been my grandchildren if he'd lived?) The first thing I remember wanting to be was a Carmelite nun because
I was inspired by reading the biography of St. Therese of Lisieux. I can't see me in
a cloistered nunnery! I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to be a missionary. I
wanted to be a dog trainer. When I read Sue Barton books, I imagined myself
as a nurse, but the thought of changing bedpans killed that idea. After seeing
"Interrupted Memory" I wanted to sing opera (my poor mother for enduring those
months of my warbling at top volume while washing dishes!) At one point I wanted to
be a door to door person who conducted interviews...kind of like writing a meme for other
people. The one thing I did NOT want to be was a teacher, which is what my father insisted
I be when I went off to college. So in the end, I got to be what I wanted: a
mother. Oh good lord. That would mean I would have to have...you
know...imagination or something. I liked the old studio days when they told
you what name to use. Like Vickie Lester or something. (Now there's an obscure
reference probably only my gay friends will get!) I know I read lots of books before the 4th grade, but in the 4th
grade my friend Stephen Calegari loaned me his copy of "The Black Stallion" and
I absolutely loved it. I then had to read obsessively all of the books written by
Walter Farley and then I had to read all the horse books I could get my hands on. |
PHOTO OF THE DAY If you only knew how much I hate the thought |
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