I love Cee’s Share Your World Challenge. No, it couldn’t possibly be that my favorite subject is MYSELF! No no no!
Since this is NOT all about me, here we go:
For your main meal do you prefer sweet and sour, hot and spicy, spicy and sweet, bitter, salty, bland or other? Hot and spicy. It’s a proven fact that as you age, you lose taste buds, among other vital cells. Thank goodness I can’t see what’s happening in my brain, but my tongue is as smooth as a baby’s something-or-other. I can eat foods now that I would never have tried decades ago, simply because everything tastes so bland without a LOT of extra kick.
Oh, baby, enjoy it while you can!
Where do you hide junk when people come over? We are blessed to have an abundance of places to hide junk. I know, it is also a curse, because we are close to being stars on the Hoarders TV show. If we have time, upstairs is our perfect “ditch the junk” spot. In a hurry, and we do not welcome drop-ins, everything gets tossed onto the washer and dryer with doors quickly smashed shut.
Junk-ditching reaches a crisis point when folks are spending the night. We do have a dedicated junk room, of course, but our other favorite spots (the landing, the upstairs hallway, and our bedroom) are in peril if people can walk around freely. Granted, our guests may find it odd to have every upstairs door shut and locked, but we don’t stand on pride in this hoarder’s paradise. I would show you photos, but that defeats the purpose of hiding spots, right?
What daily habit would you like to introduce to your life? Um, cleaning up the junk? Seriously, that is on the top of my Google Keep list. And I stare at that item every day. Then I take a tranquilizer and the moment passes. Just kidding; the moment never passes. That list weighs more than an elephant.
If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do? So, speaking of elephants, I would not ever ride another one as long as I live. The human hips are not meant to be spread at such an angle, believe me. No, I have always longed to be a tightrope artist. I’m fascinated by Charles Blondin, who walked over Niagara Falls carrying a man on his back (and also cooked an omelet while perching up there). It’s a wonderful thing that my fear of heights is a “controlled” phobia. (You’ll have to read this if you want the inside scoop.)
So I don’t feel alone in this, tell me how much you like to write about yourself!