Another Mindless Meme – part the third

Favorite vacation?

The times we went to Eureka and stayed in a cabin. I just love that area. I would love to live there, or in an area like it. Don’t need the ocean so much, but the trees are incredible.

Do you like to sing?

I LOVE to sing!! Unfortunately I stink at it… *sigh*

Ever hit a deer?

No, thankfully. One time when my brother was visiting with his daughter, we all went for a nice country drive. We were on a narrow road somewhere near Table Mountain, I think. A deer leaped over the entire car! What a sight!

What is your shoe size?

Okaaayy…I admit that is an oddly personal question. And no, I’m not going to post a pic of my feet in high heels…In any case, my feet are pretty darn big. Size 10-10.5 depending on the style. And there aren’t many cute shoes that size that I can wear. Can’t wear heels to save my life. I know there are sites online where you can get cute shoes in bigger sizes but I must be able to try them on first. I’m not going to drop $100+ on shoes that won’t fit. I find that a good SAS store will have shoes that will be good for me. Pricey, though.

Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.

I love this kind of question. This is from “The Passionate Witch” by Thorne Smith. It was actually unfinished at the time of his death, and finished by Norman Matson. Here it is:

“You wear underdrawers, don’t you?”

What is on the walls of the room you are in?

Book shelves, filled with books. A couple of display cases with some of Marv’s militaria. A calendar. A print of John Muir. A wooden carved eagle plaque that Marv did many years ago. A CD rack. And above the door to the bathroom off the family room is a wooden sign that says “LATRINE” that Paul brought back from Kuwait.

What color is your bedroom carpet?

A truly atrocious 1970s gold. It’s the same as when we bought the house in 1978. Just awful. When the time comes to sell this place, it will have to be replaced for no other reason than it’s hideous. Yuk.

VERY Short Stories page one

I like to make tiny journals/notebooks to either write in or draw in. I made one I called “Cat Tails/Tales” and it had little stories involving cats in one way or the other. I kept the stories very short to fit on only 1 or 2 pages. 3 pages max. Here are two of them. Enjoy.

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Everything in her life seemed stale and unreal lately. A dull sameness cast a pall over her the moment she got up in the morning. For breakfast she had a bowl of cornflakes and thought about what she had to do that day.

She went through her usual routine at work, feeling like she was in a fishbowl with nothing between her and real life except a wall of glass. She could almost see the bubbles rising from the mouths of the others in the office.

After her noon meal of microwave diet stew, she left the lunchroom still feeling vaguely empty.

She thought that maybe a short walk in the 25 minutes she had left of her lunch hour would clear the Saran Wrap from her mind. As soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk, a bus jumped the curb and hit her.

When she woke up in the hospital with nothing but a mild concussion and a broken toe, she felt she’d been given a second chance. Almost like a coupon for a new life. She called her supervisor at work and said she was quitting, effective immediately. She felt so much better she splurged and took a cab home from the hospital.

At home, she threw out all the houseplants that were in the process of dying, admitting to herself at last that she hated anything to do with gardening.

“Maybe I’ll get a cat. Or even two!” she thought, as she looked in her cupboards for Spam. She happily ate her dinner of Spam, eggs, bacon and Spam, and looked through the want ads. Now she could live the life she was meant to live.

2002                                                             

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Catdream

I had a wonderful dream.

I was a famous cat breeder and trainer, and in great demand by people in the entertainment business. It was a status symbol to own one of my cats. Beautiful models would refuse to pose unless there was one of my cats in the picture. Movie stars would demand not only their own trailer on the set, but their own cat. And it had to be one of my cats.

When I awoke, at first I was sad that it was only a dream. But then I figured it was OK. I probably wouldn’t have handled fame all that well. I probably would’ve become a snob and been difficult to deal with. I might even have taken to drink. I might’ve gambled away my millions and been forced to sell my cats from the back of my car, where I would be living since the foreclosure on my mansion.

Yes, it’s just as well that it was only a dream.

But I hope I have that dream again. 

2002