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Because it beats work and will only take a minute of your time.
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Our neighbors have the most adorable Corgis and though I’m a cat person at heart, I do enjoy watching their sweet little guys run around and frolic on the lawn.
They always seem to have a smile on their face, and who doesn’t love that?
#4 for me.
Now you.
Pick a seat mate.
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I’ll ask you to put your thinking cap on, but the weekend is almost here.
You can take it off soon.
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Here are mine…
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I had to go back and watch this a second time right after I saw it because I didn’t believe the premise.
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Same situation as the first. My original thought? No way!
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Great movie. I never saw it (him) coming.
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Not quite as good as the others, but a decent legal drama twist.
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Now you.
Give me a movie with an insane plot twist.
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Because it’s Friday and the weekend is almost here.
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We live in Maine for many reasons but high on the list? The scenic beauty.
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Rocky shores, coastal plains, virgin forests, rolling pastures and small pristine mountains. I love the change of seasons… the crisp colors of fall, the winter wonderland of snow.
I lived down south for 17 years and while parts of it are beautiful, it was never home. Too hot, too flat, too depressingly brown for Christmas.
So give me the blue zone. The cool air, the lakes, the mountains, the northern coasts. Quirky New England villages and Montana’s wide open valleys. I’ll be a happy camper. (Metaphorically speaking as I don’t camp.)
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How about you?
Pick a zone.
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Because the weekend is in sight.
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It’s 6:00am and I’m still in my pajamas with bed head hair.
I’m going with socially unavailable… and that’s for your protection as well as mine.
😉
How about you?
Pick a cat.
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Dip back into your childhood memories and answer this one.
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I remember neighborhood rounds of Spotlight.
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Though not with the “put up your hands or I’ll shoot” vibe Wiki is working here.
It was basically nighttime hide and seek with a flashlight and I doubt kids play it today.
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The world isn’t as innocent a place as when I was playing. Hiding in the bushes at night and being flushed out with lights is probably a good way to get shot today.
What (hopefully less dangerous) game did you play as a kid that’s faded into oblivion now ?
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We all have favorites.
This shouldn’t be difficult.
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For me, two immediately come to mind.
I’m a Jersey girl born and bred, and when I was growing up? Bruce ruled.
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I still have my original vinyl from 1975. I played it endlessly, learned all the words to all the songs and can still sing along verbatim to this day. Including a perfectly timed grunt on the title track. IYKYK.
Bruce’s raspy vocals filled with angst, Clarence’s mournful horn…Thunder Road, Jungleland. I can almost smell the shore.
❤️
My second perfect album?
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The year was 1992, MTV was all we watched and Clapton was mesmerizing. Stripped down acoustic guitar performances that seared right through your soul. Bluesy and heartfelt, it was a masterpiece. His tender version of Layla rocketed to the top but the lesser known songs like Before You Accuse Me and Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out still resonate. Tears in Heaven? I can still feel the pain.
❤️
Now you?
What’s your album of pure perfection…
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Dust the cobwebs off your brain and tell me….
How low can you go?
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Filling up the tank hurts these days. But it wasn’t always that way. I fondly recall pulling into a gas station and not paying a bit of attention to the price.
And while I remember the oil embargo of the 1970’s, I was a child and couldn’t tell you what my parents paid when the stations were open on alternating Monday and Thursday afternoons.
Newly married in the early eighties? Gas up the road from our house in North Carolina was .79 cents a gallon.
I filled my car for $11.06.
Doesn’t that sound wonderful?
Now you.
What’s the cheapest price you remember paying?
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It requires a little math today.
But it’s old math, so we’re good.
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19 out of 20 for me… because as hard as it is to believe, I’ve never been to a drive in movie. They were pretty much a dead thing by the time I started dating.
I have to laugh at being a boomer though because to this day, I still…
Listen to music on a record player,
Have photo albums filled with prints.
Pay for something with exact change.
Use a library card regularly.
Have a favorite radio station ( though admittedly it’s on satellite)
Watch the news at the same time every day.
Use a checkbook register.
And own both a cassette and 8 track player.
Once a boomer, always a boomer.
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Now you.
How many of these things have you done?
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It’s just one word.
How hard can it be?
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I’ll go first.
Cheers.
M*A*S*H*
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Though technically, I guess that’s four.
Going further back…
Mannix.
Kojack. (Who loves ya baby?).
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And even further…
Lassie.
Gunsmoke.
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Now you.
Give me a one word old tv show.
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It’s Friday.
I think it’s required.
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It is said music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. No, it’s not beast, that’s a common misquote. But I think ole William Congreve knew what he was talking about in 1697.
(If you’re interested, the original line is as follows –
“Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak”)
And while music can indeed soothe it can also elicit other emotional responses… joy, sadness, nostalgia, triumph etc.
And when asked what songs move me? The first one that pops into my head is Eric Clapton’s “My Father’s Eyes” from this album.
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https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=_jxK4SbR0l8o9VVF
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I lost my dad when I was 15 years old and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it. To this day I can’t talk about him… or listen to that song… without crying.
So yes, music can bring me to tears.
What song moves you, and why?
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