Friday, June 18, 2010

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Jumping Someone Else's Train

1. When was your last train ride? Thursday. It feels like I'm forever on trains -- the el or commuter trains to and from work, Amtrak to visit my client in downstate IL. Which is fine by me. Trains are a very peaceful way to travel.

2. How many foreign countries have you visited? Tell us about one. Five. Liechtenstein is the easiest to talk about. We literally drove through it one afternoon. I recall that it was very beautiful, with lots of pink and red roadside wildflowers everywhere. From what I could tell, they speak German rather exclusively -- as opposed to Switzerland, where everyone seemed to speak German or French or English.

3. What do you always take with you on vacation? Stamps so I can send postcards to friends and family.

4. Tell us about something you've lost recently. My ambition to be very productive on this, my day off. I got three loads of laundry done, vacuumed and straightened up under the sink, but that's about it. I think I went horribly off course when I stumbled upon I Love Lucy reruns onthe Hallmark Channel.

5. Do you prefer action packed vacations or relaxing ones? Relaxing. I have no desire to go on safari or climb a mountain.

6. How long will you wait in a check out line before abandoning your purchases? Depends on whether I'm on my way to catch a bus or train. If I'm not on a schedule, I'm rather patient.

7. How old do you wish you were? 35. I felt very womanly and sexy at 35.

8. Do you consider yourself kind? Yes. But there's room for improvement.

9. Tell us about your tattoos. Or if you had to get a tattoo, where and what would it be? I don't have any tats and don't want any. However, if there weren't needles and permanent dyes involved, I might get something small and discreet on my right shoulder.

Clean Me

Every day I am going to do something -- no matter how small -- to improve my standard of living at home.

The bag situation around here really is pathetic. Why do I hang onto them? Why is the thought of being without the proper bag for disposing of sodden litter or glass/plastic recyclables so intolerable? Well, tonight I have set aside yet another big bag of bags for the Peapod driver to take in exchange for my groceries.

And I love him

Happy Birthday, Sir Paul. Thank you for the most enduring relationship I have ever had with a man.

Clean Me for Thursday

Every day I am going to do something -- no matter how small -- to improve my standard of living at home.

This may not sound like a big deal, but trust me, for this Gal, it is. Yesterday, en route to picking up my nephew for the ballgame, I stopped at Goodwill and dropped off a bag of little stuff -- about two dozen pairs of earrings, brand-new pink flip-flops (a giveaway from a salon), a pair of books. The old me wouldn't have bothered "yet," figuring the bag wasn't big enough to bother with. What the New Clean Me realizes is that I actually must DO what I'm GONNA DO to get stuff out of here. Whether it's actually mailing that package to Operation: Shoebox, remembering to place that extra cosmetics bag I bought in my gym bag, or donating my costume jewelry to Goodwill, follow through matters even more than intention.