Day 148
I was sitting here enjoying a soft breeze when it made me think how much I really liked soft breezes … and fake cheese.
Well, not together. Or maybe together. Breezes are great. Wind not so much. I was blown through the Target parking lot today … luckily to my car! It was wild! Cheese is great but that fake squirtable cheese that you put on crackers is tremendous! You know … that stuff that is immensely bad for you and probably nothing but trans-fats and chemicals and has no redeeming qualities whatsoever … other than it is ridiculously fun and yummy to eat. How can something squirtable be all bad?
Of course, I could say I like animals … or dogs … or Pugs … or Pug puppies … or anything small and cute … like pygmy hippos or baby rhinos. Even if it wasn’t really cute when something is small it is automatically cute and if it’s cute to start with then it’s amazingly cute. I like things small and cute.
My friend’s niece is staying with her and has a Katrina dog. The poor little thing somehow survived on a rooftop for 3 weeks before someone found her. I don’t know what she is … other than tiny and darling. She is reminiscent of Fran Drescher’s dog, Chester … a little super-soft fluffball of caramel colored fur and big bulging eyeballs. I like her.
I like books … specifically children’s books. I should own a children’s book shop. Ideally like The Shop Around the Corner from the movie You’ve Got Mail. Ideally I’d like to own that shop. I don’t know if I’ve fully forgiven Tom Hanks yet for putting that lovely store out of business.
I like coffee. Well, to clarify that I like all things coffee … except actual brewed coffee; unless it has something in it like a special, yummy liqueur. But I like coffee ice cream and candy and anything that is cold coffee. Hmm … wonder what Juan Valdez would make of this?
I like movies that I’ve seen a gazillion times that I can have on in another room and I walk into the room and I know by looking at the scene or even just hearing the conversation what the next lines will be. Except for the stage fright stuff … I wonder how I would have done in theatre?
I like museums. There is some intangible connectedness that goes on in those places. It doesn’t matter whether it’s art or artifacts, I am one with whatever was and whatever will be. I find it very stirring. I need to get to one here in town … the Chicago museums are wonderful.
I like summer fruits. There is a picture of me, somewhere, eating a huge slice of watermelon. I am probably a year old. My love for it has continued … along with berries and plums and peaches and grapes. I can’t get enough of them at this time of year.
I like the smell of a forest (piney and earthy) and the sound of nothing but wind through tree tops. (That kind of wind is okay!) If you don’t know what I’m talking about – you are missing out on something wonderful.
I like rain. We are to have a chance of a thunderstorm in the near future. We need the rain badly … as do so many other areas. I didn’t get enough of it while I lived in Colorado. I was rain-deprived. It washes everything clean and there is such a great scent to anything that is rain-washed.
I like train whistles. There is something lonely yet comforting about them. It has made me wonder, at times, if I have some sort of unknown history with them. Oooh, cool … there’s one now!
And I like this blog. If for no other reasons than it makes me slow down at the end of the day and do what I like to do so much … connect.