I have a few confessions to make.
When I read a haiku, I ALWAYS count the syllables.
Sometimes, when I am in the grocery store waiting to check out, I check out the grocery cart contents of fellow shoppers. I judge. “Look at that. Cheap, shitty food for the kids, and brand-name beer for you.” Then I look at the contents of my own cart. Self-judge. lesson learned.
I notice people’s ears. I know, it’s weird. But I think ears are cute, Unless they are extra-large and hairy old-men ears. Then it’s not so cute.
Never have I thought I was beautiful or even pretty. But I do like my hair.
Most days Some days Every now and then, when it behaves, it is pretty. I know that sounds conceited, but it is the only feature about myself that I have ever liked.
I’m not superstitious, but I do (or don’t do) certain things. You know, just in case. I will not change the calendar page until the first of the month. Umbrellas are made for opening…outside. Spill salt? I throw a pinch over both shoulders. You know, just in case.
I don’t have a favorite color. There, I said it. I like certain colors for certain things. Why do you have to pick one when there are so many lovely choices?
I love lemon pie.
I am a morning person and a night owl. I love early mornings: a cup of hot coffee, cold morning, watching the sun rise….I love late nights: quiet, moonlit sky with the rest of the world sleeping. Kinda hard to do both. I guess I could sleep during the day…