Share Your World – Week 26

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Here we go for Week 26!

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger?

Definitely driver!  I’m a terrible passenger, and have many a time, driven the entire way to and back simply because I prefer to be in the driver’s seat. Now as far as my passengers go though, I don’t know how they feel about that.

If you were handed free opera tickets, would you go or sell them? Why?

It depends on the opera tickets.  Carmen, definitely go and see it, and anything with Placido Domingo though he’s more behind the scenes these days.  And even if I could sell them, I’d just grab a friend and make sure we indulge in a few glasses of wine before hand and just have a great time.

Describe your own outlook on life in seven words or less. (NOTE:  does not necessarily have to be a sentence.)

The wine glass is always half full.

Which would you prefer:  a wild, turbulent life filled with joy, sorrow, passion, and adventure–intoxicating successes and stunning setbacks; or a contented bordering on happy, secure, predictable life surrounded by friends and family without such wide swings of fortune and mood?

I’ve had my share of the former – that wild, turbulent life filled with highs and lows of joy, sorrow, passion and adventure (though not the bungee jumping, rappelling off a side of the building kind), complete with intoxicating successes and depressing setbacks that I think I’m in the latter now, surrounded by family and friends (new ones now that I’ve moved away from the beach friends and have kids, so play dates are the in thing for me) and trying my best to have a stable environment for my 5-year old on the spectrum.

Today, it was a trip to Pretend City, where basically it is a pretend- city, with a post office, police and fire stations, a supermarket, library, park, and so much more.  The little guy had so much fun he got home, had  a tantrum (because that 1-1/2 of running around exhausted him) and is now passed out on the bed and I’m here writing – well, I should be writing my novel but I’m taking a break to share my world first.

Pretend storm drain, pretend street, pretend planting garden, pretend grass. Nothing pretend about being a mom though.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse

I have way too many muses, and not of the model or actor kind, thank goodness (they do come in handy when I write so I’m not discounting that kind of muse) but things and people around me. 

Gemini roses that bloom right outside my window
  
Flowers discovered during a walk with friends
  
My son’s future kindergarten school
  
A simple trip to the car wash made amazing by things we see and hear
  
My little prince wowing me with his skeeball skills
 Weekly Photo Challenge

Toy Story

 

She was a brunette with shoulder length hair and long dark lashes.  And she had legs for days. She wore denim overalls over a red checkered long-sleeved shirt (impractical in the tropics but she never complained) and the cutest pair of red felt boots. I woke up with her every day, and slept with her next to me, tucked in under the thin sheets. 

When my asthma would kick in during holidays and birthdays and every time I was stressed, she was with me. I told her stories and put her in stories, usually having her go to the grocery store and back, and where she was so loved no matter what she looked like (brunette with blue eyes) or said (she was the quiet type though).  I loved her to the moon and back and she knew all my secrets, especially the sad ones. 

And then one day she was gone. 

Daily Prompt

Don’t Take It Personally

 My soon to be 100-year old friend told me a long time ago that I should stop worrying too much about what people think of me because all people really think about is themselves. 

Which leads me to one piece of advice to go with her piece of wisdom, that no matter what I assume people might be thinking or doing, Don’t take it personally.

Some fashion bigwig blocked you on Instagram for commenting with hearts but he’d love for you to buy his shit? Don’t take it personally.

The consulate website neglecting to add in the fine print – after you get there at 4:30 battling horrendous LA traffic and someone just stole the spare tire cover from your car because you’re in LA after all – that notarization papers are only accepted until 3 so ‘please come back tomorrow’? Don’t take it personally. 

People in line at the Philippine air cargo place giving you judgmental looks because your 5-year old is being a 5-year old on the spectrum? Don’t take it personally.

I just don’t understand why I do.

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