You wouldn’t believe it, but I have a schedule in my planner of all of the blog posts I want to write. Someday I’ll get back on track.
We had all of the windows and the balcony door open, and the apartment smells so fresh now I can’t get over it. I did six loads of laundry (I was down to 3 pair of panties and had to wear a fancy dress to my casual workplaceon Friday), roasted a chicken, made crockpot mac & cheese (that’s at least four dinners), grocery shopped, damp mopped the living room floor, removed a cat’s worth of cat hair from my sofa, made a bracelet, and watched the first eight episodes of Friends. WM gave me the entire series for Christmas and I’ve been intermittently laughing my head off and weeping for my lost youth.
So here is the Friday Five that I had in my Dropbox folder all weekend and didn’t think of until today. The theme is No Theme. Which fits this post.
1. What field trips, one from elementary school and one from high school, do you remember most fondly?
Elementary School: We went to the Franklin Institute in grade three and that was fun because 1) we rode the school bus. I was a walker, so wasn’t on the bus often, 2) I vaguely remember having McDonalds for lunch, although that may have been another trip, and 3) we walked through the giant heart.
High School: You’d THINK that I’d immediately say my Senior Trip to Walt Disney World, but we also went to visit embassies in Washington DC for a Humanities class I took in my senior year. The class was a double-period special class, and addressed the history, literature and art of various regions of the world. One of our visits was to the South African Embassy. This was during the last days of apartheid. (ugh so old) We were strictly warned to not ask any questions about apartheid while were were there. It was pretty intense.
2. How does your handwriting today differ from your handwriting in high school?
My handwriting has always been awful, ever since I was a kid. I suppose if I wanted to d-bag an excuse as to why, I’d say it’s because my ideas spilled out quicker than my hand would allow.
Now that I’m an adult with better fine motor skills my handwriting is — worse than ever. Legitimately awful. Axe-murderer bad.
3. What let’s-pretend game did you most enjoy when you were a child?
Before my brother was born, our third bedroom was my toy room. I pretended I was the landlord, and the room was a townhouse I was renting to my dolls and their families. So there was always soap opera-esque tales of drama and intrigue, and often I evicted families for not paying rent. Future Republican and all. Note: my family always paid the mortgage and we were never kicked out of our house. I must have picked up all of the rent/eviction stuff from television during the not-so-prosperous 1970s.
4. If you had to take the name of any one-named celebrity, whose would work best?
5. A brain, a princess, an athlete, a basket case, and a criminal: Which of these roles will you take, and which friends fill the rest?
I’ll cast myself in the brain role, and be smart enough to NOT cast the rest of the roles, mmmmkay?