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Because you’re not too busy right now.
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I know I was born in the wrong era, but I always wished I had learned to swing dance.
Back when I had a fully functional knee that is, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight now.
The Big Bands, the Lindy Hop, the energy… it just looks like fun.
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How about you?
What do you always wish you had learned…
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It’s only a minute out of your busy day…
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That’s easy.
If I die tomorrow? I don’t want a big funeral, a church service or family and friends crying over my passing.
Scatter my ashes someplace I loved, raise a glass and say, “She made me laugh.”
There isn’t nearly enough of that these days.
How about you?
What should we say after you’re gone….
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It’s as easy as answering a question.
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Thinking about my answer to this question, I realize I’ve lead a charmed life.
My childhood was innocent and idyllic with two loving and supportive parents.
My adolescence was a little wild, but I always knew right from wrong and when too much was too much.
My married life started at age 20 and continues 40 years later, well loved and well cared for.
I have never been to war, been assaulted or been in a bad car accident. I have never had serious physical health issues and my mental state is stable. (Though some might disagree)
Mortal danger?
The closest I can come is being stuck in river mud up to my chest when I was 10 years old. I crossed what I thought was a dry creek bed when my mother wasn’t looking and got seriously stuck. Every time I tried to move I sunk further down and my mother… ever useless in a crisis… just screamed hysterically from the bank. Thankfully some local college guys came to my rescue with picnic blankets tied together like rope. I remember being freaked out, not to mention filthy… but mortal danger might be stretching it.
Of course my husband drives like a raped ape and some say I take my life in my hands every time I get in his car… so there is that.
How about you?
How close have you come to mortal danger.
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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.
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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.
Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.
A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.
Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.
How about you?
What can’t you do without..
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You know the drill…
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And by weird, I mean odd but endearing.
If you have webbed toes or extra appendages please keep that information to yourself.
I’ll start –
I can’t blink or close my left eye separately.
I can close both of them together, sleeping would be a challenge otherwise… and Lord knows I can roll them at my husband when he brings home another piece of yard sale crap…. but I can’t independently close my left one. Never have, never will.
Now you.
What weird thing don’t we know about you?
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It won’t take long.
And you are already here.
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I think it was 1976…
Kean College, New Jersey.
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I told my parents I was at a sleepover with my girlfriend, but we really hitched a ride with her older brother who had extra tickets.
Bruce… and The E Street Band.
The Born To Run tour.
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It was early days and Bruce was just starting to make a name for himself. The venue was small but Clarence was in fine form and I loved every minute of it. (Having a crush on my friend’s older brother may or may not have had something to do with my enthusiasm.) It was a short concert by today’s standards… but I’m a Jersey girl born and bred.
It was epic to a 13 year old.
And it’s still my favorite Bruce Springsteen album. Thunder Road. Jungleland. Tenth Avenue Freeze-out….
It doesn’t get better than that.
How about you? Share your first concert experience with us…
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Because it’s easy and doesn’t require any heavy lifting.
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An old dance hall on an island in Maine…. where ironically, lots of local residents have held their wedding receptions.
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How about you…
Where would your wedding be held?
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We’ve had a beautiful bird of prey hunting around our property lately and I’m damned if I can identify him.
He’s a good size, pale feathered with black wing tips, and has been hard as hell to photograph because he flies very quickly.
I thought it might be an Osprey but there’s not enough brown.
I thought it was a juvenile red tail hawk, but it’s still too light in color.
These are the best shots I’ve managed so far, taken across the road on our neighbors farm.
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He skims the ground quite low.
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I’m sure it’s good mousing over there.
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Anyone have an idea who he is?
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Because it’s Friday and that’s what we do here.
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I’d love to say a green apple margarita or a strawberry basil martini…. but alas, it’s just a humble glass of freshly brewed unsweetened iced tea with lemon.
It’s my go to daily fluid and since I don’t drink coffee, what I wake up to every morning. I love hot tea, cold tea, black tea, herbal tea and yes, I even have a canister of strawberry chocolate tea. It’s a versatile leaf.
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No sugar, high in antioxidants… a lifetime supply? Bring it! I could do worse.
(As long as it’s not green tea. That tastes like swamp water.)
So what are you drinking for the rest of your life?
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This will be a quickie.
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Because there’s only one correct answer to this… and that is number 2.
(My husband is a number 1, and if I had known that before I married him I might have had second thoughts.)
Discuss.
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