2. Have you ever had “buyer’s remorse” over anything?
Oh, yes. A Ford Taurus station wagon, that I loved and regretted at the same time. It was a rotten car. Rotten. And it cost too much, but it was a gift of love from my husband. I told him when he got it for me that he shouldn't have done it.
And he really shouldn't have.
A couple of times.
And, overnight, inspired by I-know-not-what-exactly, Dan... my dear, dear Dan, my husband, the accountant decided to get the Taurus. Even though it was really more money than we wanted to spend. And it really was living above our means... But, my husband wanted to get it for me, so I could finally have something nice. How could I say no?
Well, as it turned out, I really should have. We drive the highways and byways of Colorado to this day and point out the many various spots in the road where we konked out in the Taurus. That car died any time the the engine got hotter than a suntan. And nobody could fix it, though we spent plenty of money trying.
Yes, we had serious buyers' remorse over that car... But, I can't help but think about it, still, with a special fondness -- because it was such a sweet thought. And, sometimes it is the thought that counts.
Yes, we have to peel potatoes while watching the parade. It's a tradition. Even though we all loathe the stupid Broadway productions. Sheesh! We want to see more of the marching bands! And more information about how the floats are made! We want background that is really interesting instead of the drivel the parade anchors usually serve us. But, floats? We love Snoopy! And Woodstock, of course.
5. Share a quote, scripture, poem or lyric which has been an inspiration to you lately.
We must pray without tiring, for the salvation of mankind does not depend on material success; nor on sciences that cloud the intellect. Neither does it depend on arms and human industries, but on Jesus alone. -- St. Frances Xavier Cabrini
And, this one's not so much "inspiring" as thought-provoking:
"Idolatry is committed, not merely by setting up false gods, but also by setting up false devils; by making men afraid of war or alcohol, or economic law, when they should be afraid of spiritual corruption and cowardice." - G. K. Chesterton ILN 9/11/09
6. This is meant to be a fun question, and this is a G-rated blog, but please share a “guilty pleasure,” something that you enjoy that’s probably not the most edifying, time-worthy or healthy thing you could be indulging in. Did I mention--G rating?
I love to eat popcorn and cheese every Wednesday night and watch the newest adventures of the Ghost Hunters.
7. What Thanksgiving food are you looking forward to?
Pumpkin pie, walnut dressing, my Mom's sweet potato fluff.
8. What is your favorite book to read to children, or what was your favorite childhood book? Chapter books: Mark Twain is sooo much fun to read! I love to do the accents. And Tom and Huck are a hoot to read for. Picture books: We loved Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs before it came to the big screen -- and, just off the top of my head, there's The Piggy in the Puddle, and the Forty-six Little Men that I just recently read. And we love all the I Spy books... Gosh, there are too many to name!
9. Do you collect anything? (Feel free to post a photo.) Oh, gosh... Tons of things. 1940s and '50s compacts, tiny husband and wife salt and pepper shakers, short story anthologies from the first part of the twentieth century, religious images (statues and prints) and books, Cathedral Basic Readers from the forties and fifties, and cute little Davis children. (Tons of photos of that last collectible if you scroll down the blog a bit, I think...)
10. Gift bags or wrapping paper? Gift bags for the odd birthday when I have a bag I can recycle... But usually it's wrapping paper -- especially at Christmas time. And I love to make special bows with beautiful ribbon.
11. Share an after-school memory from when you were younger. What was your routine like on an average day?
Then my Mom would call us for dinner and we'd come a-running, because there was a big price to pay if we were late: no after-dinner playing! Horror of horrors. This is what we lived for; we had to go out and play some more, until the streetlights came on and we had to go inside. Then it was family rosary, washing up, brushing teeth, and bedtime. And when we were very little, my mother would sing to us at bedtime. From those days in elementary school, I still remember the words to Down in the Valley, Windy, and Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra, among others...
12. True story: Once, in a job interview, I was asked this question and told there would be no clarifying; I simply had to answer the question: “When you’re fishing, do you feel for the fish?” So what about you? When you're fishing, do you feel for the fish??
I never go fishing. Fishing is boring. But, when I was a kid, growing up near the waterways of Chesapeake Bay, VA, we would go crabbing -- with nothing but a string, a chicken bone, a weight, a net, and a bucket. You really have to have the "feel" to catch a crab this way. Not to mention patience, and nerves of steal. Here's the M.O.: you tie the weight (usually a piece of trash-metal or a long, skinny rock) and the chicken bone (preferable with a little bit of meat still on it) to the string, and you sit on the edge of the pier, with the net and bucket (and preferably a helper) near at hand. You gently, gently, gently lower the weighted chicken bone down into the water until it rests on the bottom. You hold the string loosely, but firmly in your hands -- then you sit and wait. And wait. And wait. Until, hopefully, you begin to feel a vibration, or even as much as a bit of tugging on the string. Then, you slowly, slowly, slowly, gently, gently, gently begin to draw the string back up to the surface. You don't breath. You don't talk. You don't even smile. The idea is to trick the crabs; they. must. not. know. they. are. moving. up. through. the. water. It's painstaking, slow business. Ever. so. slow...
Be warned, though: Once you're victorious, got your crabs in the net, and done your happy dance on the end of the pier, you're not done yet; you still have to detangle their snapping pinchers from the mesh of the net and dump them in the bucket without dropping them over the side -- or losing a finger. That's the really fun part! If you bring home a bucket of crabs for supper, you've earned them. You sure as heck don't feel sorry for the buggers!
But, gee... It's fun to look back. What memories I have of long humid, summer days crabbing! When you're a kid living these things, you never guess they're moments that will stay with you the rest of your life. Those days on the water, though... I can recall them perfectly still, thirty-odd years later. The long hours of boredom with sudden moments of high excitement and intense challenge. The danger. The disappointment. The hope. The smell. I think it prepared me for motherhood.