Welcome to the Wednesday Hodgepodge! Grab your coffee or your tea or your ice water with a slice of lemon and settle in for a chat. Be sure to add the link to your own answers at the end of my post. Here we go-
...anything is possible.
I'm completely enamored of the sky. A soft summer blue, a deeply royal cloudless October, a pale hopeful white it's gonna snow in January...they all make me feel quite a lot.
2. If you had to run for political office, which one would you run for? Do you have any real desire to actually do this?
Sometimes I feel so frustrated with our government I think I'd like to get in there and do something, but isn't that how most politicians begin? Then somewhere along the road from idealism to accidentally-making-it-a-career they lose sight of why they ran in the first place. Not all, but most. I'm for term limits. If there were term limits, then maybe.
When I think of which office I'd run for, I'm stumped. School board? No. City council? Even at the local local local level of government politics seems to rule the day, so no. Mayor? Maybe I'd start there. If I were starting anywhere. Which I'm not. Next question.
3. What scent makes you think of home?
freshly mown grass, laundry right out of the dryer, a turkey roasting in the oven
4. How often do you take a step back to think about where you're headed in life? Do you need more or less self-reflection?
I think in this empty nest stage of life a bit of self-reflection is warranted. Too much is never a good thing, but I do like setting goals, knowing my purpose, and figuring out new ways to use my gifts, no matter what season of life I'm in.
5. July is National Ice Cream Month...besides a cone, what's your favorite food item to top with ice cream?
I'm going with a brownie. A scoop of vanilla ice cream atop a warm brownie is one of the best things I know. I haven't had a brownie in eons, but when I do it will be topped with a scoop of vanilla.
6. What might your autobiography be called?
If I tell you now, you won't be surprised when I write it.
You think I'm kidding.
I have a title, I just need the story, and it wouldn't be so much an autobiography, as a memoir. That's as far as I've gotten.
7. Your least favorite mode of transportation? Why?
Why? I don't know what it is about ferries, but I cannot ride one without wanting to lose my lunch. I'm always pretty susceptible to motion sickness, but ferries really do me in.
Here I am on the ferry from Capri to Amalfi. It was chilly up top, but I'd ridden over down below and (barely) lived to regret it. I told hubs I didn't care what the weather was doing, I was making the trip back to Amalfi up top. He thought he was hilarious taking my picture, and I look a little mad, but I'm not. It was blowing a gale and water was pelting my face. My stomach was a-okay though, and that's all I cared about in that moment.
Here I am (barely) recovering from a ferry ride to an island off the coast of Hong Kong. I'm the one nursing a Sprite. We rode a ferry over to a fishing village.
That smelled like fish.
Which is not what you want to smell when your stomach is rebelling against a ferry ride.
So yeah, ferries.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
So it's that time. Time to begin the great mother-of-the-bride dress hunt, and I'd like you to weigh in on something. If the bridesmaids are in long gowns should the mothers be as well? Or can we wear short without breaking some kind of unspoken law of etiquette? The only request my daughter has is that we both wear the same length. She doesn't want me in short and his mom in long or vice versa.