1. Picture postcards were first printed back in the mid 1800's and deltiology is the official name for postcard collecting. When did you last send a postcard? Receive one? Do you save postcards sent to you? Do you collect and/or send postcards when you travel?
I think the last time I sent a postcard was when hubs and I were in Florida back in February. I pick up postcards whenever I'm somewhere that sells them because they're fun to send to daughters who love getting real mail. Since we talk on the phone a lot, I don't always have enough news for a letter...a postcard is a fun way to brighten their day.
I think the last time I received a postcard was in March. My sister and her family were vacationing in New Mexico and my nephew sent me a postcard. I love to see little boy handwriting on a card or letter.
2. What treat do you most like to indulge in while on vacation?
Al fresco dining
Breakfast eaten out every morning
3. Are you good at hiding your feelings?
It depends on the audience. With family and close friends no, but with causal acquaintances I can put on a happy face even if I'm not necessarily feeling it. I'm better at hiding annoyance, disappointment, and impatience than I am at hiding hurt.
4. Does your town/city/county still deliver phone books to your home? Do you check the yellow pages when searching for a local business number or has the Internet replaced the phone book in your house?
This question came to mind because on Monday the mail lady handed me a big pile of phone books when she stopped by with the mail. I went in the house and promptly dumped the old never-opened, phone books into the recycling bin and replaced them with these new, likely-never-to-be opened phone books. These days if I need a business number it's easier to 'let my fingers do the walking' right over to Google.
I bet I just dated myself with that slogan. Course if you don't know where it came from you can always google it. teehee.
5. Would you rather be first or last?
What are we doing?
I still say first.
Wait, unless it's something dare devilish, and then I need someone else to go first and tell me whatever it is won't make my stomach do cartwheels.
6. July is National Park and Recreation Month (in America, but everyone can still play along)...where and when were you last in a park? Did you participate in any recreational activities while you were there?
We were in a park on Friday, which I wrote about in Monday's blog post. Lots of recreation available in this park, but we didn't do any swimming, hiking, or fishing. We did check out their visitors center and we walked up to the monument for a look around at the gorgeous views.
Prior to that we were in The Great Smoky Mountain National Park over the July 4th holiday...we did a little hiking and a lot of porch sittin'. That counts as recreation, right?
If we're in town on a weekend and it's not raining-ahem!, hubs and I take our pup for a hike in one of several parks within an easy drive of our home. We like to hike, but do more of that in the fall when the weather is cooler.
7. What was one of your worst ideas?
The first thing that popped into my head was a small painting disaster that occurred more than ten years ago in my Maryland house. I was aiming for a terra cotta color on the top half of my dining room wall, and it was supposed to be rag rolled which was a popular wall treatment back then.
We hired a painter and he was 'les incompentents'. I think you know what that means even if you don't speak French. The 'painter' put the paint on backwards, and I can't remember now if light goes on dark or dark on light, but whatever it was supposed to be, it wasn't. The end result was bad. Really really bad. We ended up wallpapering over the paint, and it turned out beautifully. All's well that ends well.
Except occasionally hubs likes to remind me of 'the paint job that looked like someone chucked a giant pumpkin at our dining room wall'. He was not wrong.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
Speaking of parks and rec....hubs sent me this video a hunter posted on facebook. It was taken from a tree stand the hunter was perched in, somewhere in Alberta, Canada. There's one small naughty word whispered at the end, but if you watch the video you'll understand why he felt the need to use it -ha!