The ten things Tuesday tradition continues! But first, hey LURKERS, those of you who pop in for a short visit or take a few moments to take a look around, please drop a comment or a suggestion. Thank you!
31. The smell of my dogs brings me a comfort I could never have imagined. Ok, not the wet dog smell, but that doesn’t bug me nearly as much as it used to.
32. I am breathlessly awaiting the release of the first issue of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 8 comic, coming out on March 7.
33. I think the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice is the definitive one (Colin Firth is sex on legs). I now own it (Thanks, Mrs. Chili) and will soon host a viewing party.
34. I once drove home nearly 7 hours through a snow/sleet storm in the mountains of Vermont with just a wee spot chipped out of the ice on the windshield to peer nervously out of.
35. Once, while frolicking topless (and obliviously) on a nude beach in Greece, I burned the bejesus out of my nipples. I couldn’t really wear ANYTHING much for 5 days.
36. Oatmeal with maple syrup, raisin, diced apples, toasted walnuts and a little butter and salt is one of my all time favourite comfort foods.
37. If I am writing letters or pretty much anything by hand the finer the tip on the pen the better. Gimme a razor point, extra fine pen and I will scribble until my hand cramps.
38. I have the probable equivalent of a small card store in my desk, with appropriate greeting for any number of occasions. Condolence? Check. Bar/Bat Mitzvah? Graduation? Happy divorce? Check, check, check.
39. My parents, both genealogists, have traced our family back into the mid 1600s on my mother’s side and to 1725 on my father’s. This photo was taken in Amsterdam not long after the WWII and shows my grandmother, my mother and my aunt.
EEEEK! #35 makes me curl in on myself in sympathetic spasms. I hate, hate, HATE sunburn (I am, sadly, wildly familar with the affliction being, as I am, one of the whitest people I know). UGH! I can’t even IMAGINE!!
Ah, 31, the smell of dogs–and cats and horses and babies and anything alive. I know exactly what you love about this. I have virtually lost my sense of smell in recent years and I miss it terribly–but it’s funny how memory still lingers–
I look forward to reading more of your writing–glad to find you through the Word Imp!
Rock on.
Burn=ing normally sheltered bits of my anatomy was an experience I never care to repeat!! My friends and I underestimated the Meditterranean sun and one, who may even even be whiter than thou, Chili, got lobsterized and blistered all over. Thank goodness I just got fried and peeled.
Cindy - welcome! I am pleased you found me through word imp. When I checked back to the entry I had written last week, I was delighted to see that my definition had won the vote that day. It issuch fun to play with words. As for babies and dogs, there is something so visceral about those scents. I am pleased to hear that your memories still sustain you and I so sorry to hear that you can’t smell any longer. You are the second person in two weeks without that sense - the other was born without it!
Thanks for the comment!