What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?
Any day in which I wake up, still breathing … and if that is a go, then …
Being with friends. Having one of the good days where most of me works, a day on which I’m not tired start to finish.
In short, being alive, feeling reasonably healthy and being with people I enjoy. And a few dogs.
Complete this sentence: My favorite place in the whole world …
Ultimately home, but there are other favorite places too. I love the mountains best, but almost as fond of the seashore and rivers .
Really, anyplace that I can find beautiful is a favorite place on some level. And if i can take pretty pictures too? All the better.
Who was your best friend in elementary school (prior to age 12)?
That’s an interesting question. I had a best friend, but she was not my best friend. We had a complicated and occasionally difficult relationship. She was pretty, sexy, and cute. I was not. I was smarter than she was … which she didn’t like because she was smart in her own right, but she used her intelligence mostly as a way of attracting people.
Boys, when we were young. Women, when she got older. I wonder how our relationship would have changed had she known then what she came to know later in life.
There are many strange twists life takes, aren’t there?
What inspired you this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
It was good to have a friend in the house, even though it was only a few days. He and Garry are essentially the same age … Garry being 4 months older. But Ben, like me, has had a couple of heart surgeries and like me has never entirely recovered from it.
It’s a hard thing to explain to people who haven’t walked that walk … the tiredness that never quite goes away which comes with a permanent weariness. It’s not that we don’t work at overcoming it, but it gets harder and stuff that was so easy … isn’t. Things that were no big deal? Big deal and getting bigger.
This week, just having a friend to be around who remembers those days of old, when he drove the old Renault (or was it a Peugeot — I always forget) and we were both discovering who we were. They weren’t perfect days, but they were good ones — and fun to remember.