Tuesday Twosome

Not deep, not shallow...

1. Do you think you were born into this world for a specific purpose, why or why not?

No, not if there's actually free will. If there's some sort of a purpose, it should simply be to be the best and kindest person you can be (without acquiesing to everything, however).

2. Do you have an old resentment or unhealed hurt? How has it affected you?

Besides the fact that I hated my allergy because it meant I couldn't have a dog? Not much I could do about that. Made me glad that there were medicines today so I can have a dog in the house. (It's still a pain, though, because I can't hug or cuddle Willow or have her lick me and have to wash my hands every time I pet her.)

3. Describe the perfect spring day. Tell about an activity you would do on that day.

The perfect spring day would be cool—in the 50s so I could wear comfy sweats and a light jacket—with a nice breeze. It wouldn't be overcast but there would be lots of clouds so the sun wouldn't glare and give me headaches. If I was still living in Rhode Island I would do what I used to do when I was in college: after class I would go to Roger Williams Park and walk around the zoo (it was free back then) or go to the museum. I guess here I would just take a walk around the neighborhood. (Be a nice day to walk around the Atlanta Botanical Garden or the Tullie Smith/woods area at the Atlanta History Center...)

4. Name two people who are alive today you would love to meet and describe why:

Well, I'd love to meet Hugh Laurie; I've seen him on several talk shows and he sounds like a hoot. Otherwise, I dunno.

5. Make up two new words and then give them definitions:

Ahhh, sniglets!

"Snodding": The half-snooze you develop at your desk staring at a computer screen after you close your eyes because they hurt due to the glare from the fluorescent light; the minute your head nods you come back awake with a jerk.

Can't think of another.

My favorite sniglet was always "roverflow," the bits of dog food that your canine companion leaves dribbled outside his dish.

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