
Hosted by Linda at 2nd Cup of Coffee. Visit Linda’s to link up or find other participants.
1. Tell me something about your favorite teacher.
One of my favorite teachers was an English professor who taught Literary Criticism. He wasn’t a dynamic speaker, didn’t move much or have much of a range in his voice; he didn’t use snazzy audio-visuals. But he was brilliant in his field, yet he was not interested in coming across as brilliant: he was interested in sharing with and inspiring his students. I loved that class and wish I had taken more like it and more classes with that professor.
2. Tell me about one pivotal moment in your life.
I have a hard time choosing between two, so if you’ll forgive me, I’ll mention them both. One was after struggling with assurance of my salvation for years and finally deciding to get the matter settled: more on that here. The other occurred before that. My father was an alcoholic. My mother was not but did drink at that time. They both stopped years later. The year before they divorced was my year of doing really stupid things. I don’t know why, and this isn’t the post in which to analyze all of that. But that was the only year I drank alcohol. I was only 15 turning 16, but someone always had an older sibling of legal age to buy it. After my parents’ divorce and our move, one day I saw a wine bottle on the counter at home and in that moment decided I never wanted to touch it again and did not want anything connected with the lifestyle it represented.
3. About favorite colors–a lot of people will ask you what it is, but I want to know why it is. What feeling or memory does it evoke?
My favorites are pink, blue, and green, in lighter shades. Most are cool colors (pink technically is warm, but cooler than red.) Though I love the brilliant fall shades on the trees, in my home or clothes I prefer cool, soothing colors. It always irks me when I hear a decorator or fashion “expert” talk about colors “popping.” I don’t want my colors to pop, thank you very much. Other than that, I can’t really tell you. Those colors feel like happiness and home to me.
4. What’s a sure sign that you’re getting older?
I have multiple signs: graying hair, wrinkles, creaky knees, “I remember when…” and “When I was your age…” statements.
5. Please don’t sermonize, but Halloween–is it a yes or no for you?
No.
6. What’s your favorite musical?
Les Miserable except for a scene or two.
7. Are you more of a city mouse or country mouse?
How about a small town mouse? I like the feeling and quiet of the country, but I like the conveniences of the city.
8. Did you know that it is possible, for a small fee, to name a real star after someone? (It’s true! Google it!) If someone were to name a star for you, would you appreciate it for its whimsy and romance, or would you say, “Are you kidding me? For $19.95 we could have gone to the movie and actually bought popcorn.”
For $19.95 I’d rather have a book or dinner out, but if someone had already named a star for me, I would try to appreciate the thought.
9. This question comes from Paula at His Ways Are Not Our Ways: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever been doing and texted during it? I only thought of this b/c I was about to try to text during my walking video but I didn’t.
Driving. 😳 Yes, I have been guilty of that a time or two, but not regularly. I don’t text often because it takes me too long.
10. “It’s not a party unless _______.”
Umm…unless there are people and food there. I’m not much of a party person, but it’s fun when a gathering turns into a party.
11. When you’re stuck in traffic or a waiting room, what do you do to pass the time? PS: There are no magazines available.
I always, always bring a book for waiting rooms. Not for traffic. If stuck in traffic I’m too often stewing about it (one of the little things I need to just relax and trust the Lord about), but sometimes I’ll find something interesting to listen to on the radio or call someone or just think.
12. If you weren’t yourself, would you be friends with you?
I guess it would depend on who I was and what kind of personality I had as to whether I would like me if I weren’t myself. But I think so.