What is your favorite time of day?
Ironically, though I hate having to get out of my warm, comfortable bed, morning is my favorite time of day. I love morning light, morning coffee.
The quiet in the house. Morning is when I write best, think best. It is when I get most business taken care of. Sipping coffee, writing a post, making phone calls and appointments. Then Garry is up and the dogs start to charge around and morning is done.
What’s your favorite charitable cause and why?
The Durrell Wildlife Park is a zoological park on the Isle of Jersey. Established in 1958 on the island of Jersey in the English Channel by naturalist and author Gerald Durrell, it is now operated by the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust.
I read — and loved — Gerald Durrell’s books and I remember when he was fighting to get his park established. He was one of the first to see that breeding endangered species was going to be the only way to preserve many animals whose habitats were disappearing. He is, for the literature majors in the crowd, the younger brother of author Lawrence Durrell, or as Gerald always called him, “Larry.”
Address: La Profonde Rue, Jersey
Area: 25 acres
Opened: March 26, 1959
Phone: +44 1534 860000
Their motto is “Extinction is not inevitable.” At Durrell Wildlife Park you’ll can meet – face to face – some of the rarest animals on earth. Be amazed by their beauty, wonder at their majesty and uncover their stories of fight for survival. The park is also a vacation park, an educational resource. I have never been there (I wish!), but I have contributed money when I could and followed its progress from when it was founded through today. It has come a long way and maybe, someday, I will be able to visit.
They have a wonderful website with video, information, stories, stuff for kids. Please check it out!
How do you like to spend a rainy day?
Reading, writing, hanging out with the dogs. Kind of like I spend most days, actually.
When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?
I hate writing by hand. I’ve been touch-typing since I was 10 years old and my handwriting, once elegant and readable, has become illegible. I can still sign my name, but when I have to actually hand write anything, I have to print it if I want anyone but me to be able to read it.
Even then, it’s just 50-50. And I make typos even by hand, which is hideously embarrassing when one is signing a book for someone. Maybe I should use crayons? I like those rolling tip marker-writing thingies. I used to have some of them, but I think Garry stole them. He has a thing for pens.
What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
We finally got Bonnie’s teeth done and they were not nearly as bad as we had been led to believe (another story, to be written separately).
Our little girl has her smile back. It turns out, our dogs are fine. What we really needed was a better veterinarian.
Next week? THE WELL!