Share Your World – 2016 Week 50

What is your favorite smell? What memory does it remind you of?

Vanilla. It reminds me of vanilla cookies and ice cream. Mmm.

What type of pet do you have or want to have?

We have dogs. We used to have even more dogs and cats, too. Before that, we had cats and ferrets. And the occasional bird and tropical fish — though the fish were really my son’s.

Two dogs and a computer. The computer is also a pet, of sorts.

Two dogs and a computer. The computer is also a pet, of sorts.

When I was younger and my back less arthritic, I really, really, really, really, really wanted a horse or two. By the time I lived where I could actually have a horse, I could no longer ride.


Or, as we used to say in that other country in which I lived, “God gives nuts to those who have no teeth.” Think about it.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time?

These days, more or less on time. I used to be early, but Garry slowed me down. He used to be late, but I speeded him up.

Photo: Bette Stevens

Photo: Bette Stevens

Balance. Marriage is all about balance.

For recharging, would you rather meditate, swim, walk, listen to music, write, read, yoga, qigong other?

I write. I take pictures. I read and watch movies. Best of all is laughing. A good laugh is worth eight hours of sleep.


coffee vanilla

What they are saying about vanilla:

And that’s one thing that helps me is I learn it blandly, vanilla, then I don’t try to act it too soon because you start to act it, and you kind of go away from what the next sentence is, what the next paragraph is. So get it down so it kind of can – it’s in there so you can then, as I call it, dance on top of it.

Jeff Daniels

I think of Superman as the ultimate vanilla hero. He’s this perfect refugee, this perfect immigrant from another planet who embodies the American dream.

Antje Traue

I’m so spoiled – I must have a Starbucks vanilla latte every day.

Katie Holmes

I don’t mind being described as vanilla in certain ways.

Cal Ripken, Jr.

Whether it’s repro rights, violence against women, or just plain old vanilla sexism, most issues affecting women have one thing in common – they exist to keep women ‘in their place.’ To make sure that we’re acting ‘appropriately,’ whatever that means.

Jessica Valenti

Tell me if this is wrong. Justin Bieber… is 100 percent like watching Vanilla Ice all over again. It’s exactly the same. Well, as soon as Bieber has a hit, he’ll be like Vanilla Ice.

Kid Rock

There you have it. Out of 32 flavors, I choose vanilla. Any other questions?

Better late than never? Accepting (finally) the Super Sweet Award!

Super Swe-e-e-e-et Award!


Last night I baked banana bread and when I added the sugar, I remembered you. Yay Sharla!

Thanks for the Super Sweet, Super Easy Just Plain Fun award! I want to thank you over there at Catnip of Life for this treat, the sweetest surprise that Autumn brought this year. So many other things were fraught and so many angry words were spoken. You are always a place of peace and inspiration.

Please visit Sharla. She never fails to lighten my mood, enlighten my mind, and brighten my life. Shine on Sharla!

When Sharla gave me the Super Sweet Blogging Award way back on September 8th, I fully intended to do something about it immediately. The problem was that she also gave me another award at the same time, and then someone else gave me another different one, and the election was gearing up …  and then, it was fall. The leaves began to change and was lost in that place to which Autumn always takes me, my personal fairy world. 

It’s something about the golden light, the trees all aglow, the sudden sharpness and tang in the air plus the awareness of how brief this time is and how terribly fragile. I have but a few weeks to grab that golden light. Every day it doesn’t rain is a gift to treasure.  No time to waste, no, no … I have to run to catch a sunbeam shining through a golden and scarlet tree before it melts into winter. Thus from mid September through most of October, I was out there, camera ready, catching the light and banking it against the coming grey and cold.

Then came the rain and the storm. Autumn was gone leaving only a carpet of leaves on the ground.

Now other urgencies came scurrying up, a presidential election in full swing … and the hurricane blew through and cleared the calendar right up to Election Day. In a state of near fugue from too much sensory and mental input, too many strident battles of words with so much rage and anger swirling everywhere, I realized that I was facing a hard deadline for a big but separate project to which I am committed … and I was far, far behind. I had to buckle down, settle down, do what I need to do and the days seemed to be flying off the calendar and dancing past before I could grab hold of them.

“Stop!!” I shouted. Time turned around and looked kindly at me.

“I don’t do that,” she said, most gently.

“I need you to hold still, just for a little while, until I catch up with myself,” I explained, barely able to speak, out of breath from so much running.

“I stop for no one,” she reminded me as she slid effortlessly along on thin air. “But I give you memory so though I pass, you can recall each day, should you make that effort,” and then she was gone, leaving a silvery trail and a reminder that I had an award, a sweet award, waiting for me. Time might not wait, but email may.

And here I am. Late, but not quite never.

It’s more than two months and I hang my white-haired head in shame at how tardy I have been in both accepting and thanking this wonderful lady who has been so kind and generous to me since we connected online months ago.

These last months have been a wild ride. When I got this award, I was doing well if 50 people clicked over to my little site on any day. Something happened since then and I pile up numbers that make my head spin. I’m not complaining, but I often feel like I’ve slipped through a warp or weft in reality to a parallel universe that looks like Earth, but isn’t. Blogging has changed my life. I’ve heard other people say that, but it doesn’t make it less true. It has given me focus. It has gotten me writing and taking pictures again. It’s brought me back into the world, brought me back to engaging with others, even if most of the engagement takes place in the virtual realm.

As I have more and more difficulty navigating hard-copy reality where my legs need to work in getting from place to place, never have I been happier than in this virtual realm where I have wings. I may limp from office to kitchen, but I can fly to the other side of the world. People who live oceans and continents away can talk to me and I to them. What a gift this is and how wonderfully, richly grateful am I that this other reality is here for me when I so much need it. I can only imagine how different my life would be and how isolated were the virtual world not as easy … no, easier … to get to than the local mall!



1. Give credit to the person who chose to nominate you. Sharla, CatnipOfLife  … an inspiration and a fine friend.

2. Answer the “Super Sweet” questions.

3. Nominate a “Baker’s Dozen”

“Super Sweet” Questions:

1. Cookies or Cake?   Cake for sure. Devil’s Food or any version of cheesecake please!

2Chocolate or Vanilla?  Vanilla straight up unless someone has fresh fruit for adornment.

3. What is your favorite sweet treat? Cheesecake or frozen yogurt.

4. When do you crave sweet things the most? Late at night.

5.  If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?  I’ve never had a nickname, but I’ve always wished I did. Give me one and I’ll thank you! Back in the 1970s, I asked everyone to call me Spike, but it didn’t work out. So I guess I need something else, but I think it’s a bit late for Spike. Gimpy, more like it.

Now, on to the award. . .

Ready your trumpets! Roll your drums! 

Special posts on blogs, quotes for inspiration, book sites and much, much more!

That’s not all, but I’ve saved a few, kept them in my pocket for award emergencies!

To all of you who have made my virtual world so a great place to be, thank you. You are always welcome here at my place!