Sunday, June 25, 2017

Friday Letters ... on Sunday



Why?  
Well, I used to really enjoy this format, but was too uninspired on Friday to do anything about it.



Dear Mr. God,

That was you wasn't it, speaking to us through Lynn Anderson's voice?  "I beg your pardon ... I never promised you a rose garden."

I dunno, that notion just popped in my head the other day when I started to whine about the heat.



Dear Dr. E,

I'm delighted to learn this rash and awful itch on my neck and upper chest isn't anything debilitating.

But seriously, a sun allergy?  Seriously?!

Maybe, I might spend 30-45 minutes outside each summer day.  At most.  And you recommend I purchase solar-resistant clothing?
Well, I just checked and they're awfully expensive.

OK, I'll strike a deal and buy the scarves.
But these prescriptions better do the trick.  I'd hate to have to change direction and move to Seattle ... or London.



Dear Random Receptionist,

When I phoned to renew our annual maintenance agreement, your greeting made my day:

"Good morning, this is Brenda, how are you?"
... said with a smile.  (We can hear a smile, you know.)

Just a twist of words, but it put a smile on my face, too.  Thanks!



on the other hand .....
Dear Executive Caller,

Would it kill you to identify yourself up front?   
When I pick up the phone and hear, "Is 'M' there?" ... or better, "Is 'M' busy?" ... it's annoying as heck to have to guess who's calling.
It doesn't make you more important.  (...just a jerk.)
I may be just the hired Doberman, but I take my door-keeper duties seriously.




Dear Harkins Theaters,

Thank you!  I'd about decided going 'out' to the movies was a waste of money.  Then y'all came along with 'reserve-your-own' seat assignments .... and comfy leather recliners.  Now, my only problem is keeping DH awake!


BTW, if anyone's interested, we both give Meagan Leavy 5 stars.  More than a few folks actually applauded at the end.




In closing, an Idle Question ...
Why can't real life more closely resemble HGTV's House Hunters?

... more about that later!




Have yourselves a wonderful new week, OK?
Hugs from Phoenix!
Myra





Sunday, June 18, 2017

Changes and challenges



Oh, but I dislike change!
Yes, I'm fretting.  Why?

Another blogger said it best:
"We work so hard at being in control while things just keep being hurled at us, proving that we're not."  So, we worry.  We fret about the things that scare us.  And then we worry some more.


Due to a coveted lobby renovation, the comfortable spot I've called my 'home-away-from-home' these last 14 years is going away ...



....in favor of a 1-in-4 pod (aka, Cell block B)


... Never mind that construction may not begin for another year, I can't help but feel I'm getting the bum's rush.  Silly, perhaps, but the first thing that popped in my mind was, "This is the first time in 47 years I won't have a desk of my own." 
There, I said it.  Ego, party of one.

As management prefers the 'simplistic' look (absolutely no pin-ups), I found a simple silver picture frame plus an old ash tray that belonged to my dad for holding paperclips and the like.  
I need a private, tangible reminder of my parents who worked so hard, so long without complaint.  Because of their example, I don't know how to give less than 100%.


But! If all goes according to plan (there's that 'control' thing again), I'm not long for this particular arena.  This down-sizing should be a good practice for our own move.

Meanwhile, instead of visiting blogs while eating lunch at my desk, I'll be going to the designated breakroom; and when (if?) the weather cools, taking a seat on the grassy knoll out back.  Pretty, isn't it?




* * *

On the home-front, we've finally(!) new flooring in the great-room.
We opted for ceramic tile (v. laminate or hardwood) for simpler maintenance. 

No, I'm not fond of the transition piece -- but truly it was the best of the lot.   Since ours is an open concept floor plan, I may see about ordering the same pattern for a kitchen back-splash to tie things together.  (OCD, much?)


* * *

In other news ....
Sassy B.J. (at Sweet Nothings) recently shared this Farmer's Prayer on her Facebook page.  Oh, what wonderful lessons I'm blessed to receive from friends and strangers, alike!

Anyway, in light of those who are facing real challenges, I couldn't wait to share it here:


A visiting Priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Farm County. He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began ...

“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The Priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.
   

Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Priest was overly worried. However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on,

“And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”
   
Just as the Priest was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued,
“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, I do love fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are sayin' to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till You are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin' even better than biscuits.
   
Amen.”
  


Hugs from Phoenix, and 
... have yourselves a wonderful new week!
Myra



   




  




Sunday, June 4, 2017

Dogs on a Plane ... and House Hunters (Chapter 1)



I wonder, is there anyplace better to 'people watch' than a large metropolitan airport?
Unfortunately, arriving two hours prior to our 6AM flight time (I'm nothing if not obedient!)  there was little in the way of entertainment.  

(Lifted from the web)

.... That is, until a young lady arrived at the gate with a big ole hairy pooch wearing a 'service' scarf, a goofy grin and waggily tail.  Aw!  
Dog lovers, DH and I got a real kick out of watching 'Pearson' wander around, accepting pats and scratches.
 
So, what's wrong with this picture?  I've no issue, but it's my understanding a real service dog won't leave its master/mistress while on the job.  Color me curious!

Happily, once on the plane we were seated directly behind Pearson and his girl ... where I eagerly eavesdropped on her conversation with their seatmate.

Turns out Pearson was originally prescribed as an 'emotional support' animal after repeated panic attacks.  The seatmate inquired, "So, what does he do if you become distressed?"

"Oh, he'll jump in my lap and start kissing my face."
(I guess she didn't plan on having a panic attack while on her cruise, so Pearson was spending time with his 'grandma and grandpa' while in Tampa.)

Too cute ... if you can get away with it.

On the other hand, our return flight was delayed while the flight attendants asked passengers upfront if they'd mind relocating to accommodate a service animal.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't an attractive 20-something wearing a micro-miniskirt, pulling an aging black lab.  From his aisle seat, row 5, one congenial fellow kept me amused: 

"Ha! Now, the dog's laying across the other lady's feet."
"You're not going to believe this.  The princess is already on her cell phone and we're still climbing!"
"... OMG, the dog's licking her seatmate's toes!"

Something else.  'Mr. Congeniality' shared that his best friend is deathly afraid of big dogs.  "... and what about folks who are allergic?"


I sure don't have answers, do you?  Takes all kinds, I guess.

Gotta say, unlike so much ugly brouhaha the media is fond of trumpeting, our Southwest flight crews and fellow passengers were really, really pleasant.

* * *


Yes, we're really planning to relocate to Alabama (hopefully) next spring, and took advantage of our unscheduled vacation time to drive this-way-and-that.  

'Just wish I'd been more candid up-front. 
I don't want to call it 'wasted', but we lost one day looking at neighborhoods my DIL recommended that were way, way out of our price range.

Pretty sure, we'd like to plant ourselves in a SMALL town - with easy access to the metro and good health-care facilities.
I'd in mind a 50's-era bungalow with a little yard, sweet front porch and blessed central air.
We'd have been wise to consult a real estate agent.

You know that phrase, 'Right Love at the Wrong Time'?
Back home, I've fallen in love with this place online.  Seriously, it meets every stinkin' item on my wish-list.  Tom's reached out to the listing agent ... but we're just not in a position to act on it now.  
"1945 bungalow-style home, close enough to walk into town and enjoy a popsicle, a hot dog or enjoy a specialty treat at Dairy Queen.
No need to fight traffic for parking for downtown fireworks; just walk down to the historic Bibb Graves Bridge for the very best views."

Like an idiot, I keep going on Zillow every day to make sure it's still there.  I'll be hugely disappointed when it sells, but have to trust God has something else - maybe better(!) - in mind.

* * *


So, zat's zat .. thanks for visiting!
I hope y'all have a super new week and stay cool!


Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra





Sunday, May 28, 2017

A Great Vay-cay!




"Yes, she's happy."  
... That was son Troy, affirming my (somewhat)astounded impression of his youngest, my granddaughter Chloe.  

Early on, you see, Chloe struggled to overcome a speech defect which exhibited itself in frustrated, angry outbursts. 
Our last two visits left DH and I scratching our heads when Chloe refused to leave her room for more than a few minutes at a time.   "She doesn't hate you; she just doesn't know you."  
(I wasn't convinced.)  
Thank goodness drugs were never an issue.  Nevertheless, some matters are best left unspoken. 


So, last week I was ridiculously delighted to discover a warm and well-spoken young lady whose smile lit up the room.  (Yup, I'm obviously biased, lol.)   Could be, a certain young man has something to do with it.
   


Actually, Chloe was not allowed to date until she graduated ..... but following a friend's introduction last fall, Jonathan must have liked what he saw.  Pretty soon he was over to the house every weekend .....then most every night to watch movies, what-have-you.  Son's rationale was that Jonathan - an RN at Jackson Hospital - had far more life experiences than his daughter.   They're both super quiet, but he appears pretty genuine -- and even took it upon himself to buy and install new windshield wipers for her car because he thought the old ones weren't safe.  

***

Aside from having to get out of bed at 2:00AM to catch our flight, I think this was the best vacation Tom and I've enjoyed in years.

My BF Debbie drove over from St. Petersburg to meet us for lunch at TIA.  SW Airlines even experienced a flight delay, allowing us nearly 3 hours of gossip and giggles.


         

Later that night in Montgomery I asked, "Where's Sarah?"
My DIL (*insert smile*) replied, "She's with her new boyfriend."  (Whaaaat?)

Following the break-up with her fiancĂ© (sad, but still good thing) my older g'daughter didn't seem to be in any rush to date ... but a few days prior to our visit this fella formally asked her, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Me-to-son: "So, what does he do for a living?"
With a straight face Troy replied, "Creed?  Oh, he's a drug dealer."
(Had me going for a minute, but actually he's a pre-med student and pharmacy tech.)




* * *

Celebrating Chloe ...

Me with Sarah, Chloe, DIL Lois and Troy

Oh ya, there were plenty of Kleenex moments.

Have y'all ever heard of a Senior Send-off?

I expected to weep when they played "Pomp and Circumstance" at graduation (that stinking melody never, ever fails to make me blubber!) but it was nothing compared to the video vignettes the 39 members of Chloe's class put together against a sound track that included,  "You're Gonna Miss This" ... "Don't Blink" ... "My Little Girl."

I seriously chortled through my tears when one girl's vignette began, "OK mom, I expect you're crying right now, but I need you to suck it up."

Is it my imagination or are today's graduates so much more 'together' than I was in '68?

In spite of DH's never having heard of Baccalaureate, the ceremony was lovely.  Ya, I cried  -- not when Chloe presented her dad with a long-stemmed carnation -- but when one of her classmates lay his flower at the base of a large frame containing an image of his dad who'd been deployed to the Middle East 9 days prior.

* * *




Having learned of the Manchester tragedy only moments before commencement, I can only imagine what was going through my son's mind in this picture. 
How vulnerable we've all become, you know?

.....but so very blessed.


So, life goes on.
It was rough saying goodbye, but I hope to get back for Sarah's college graduation in July, and goodness knows what else!

More to the point, there's a pile of jalapenos needing cleaned and Conecuh sausage to fry.  Poppers -- it's what's for supper. :)

As always, thanks for letting me share a bit of my heart.
I hope each of you are experiencing a wonderful holiday weekend ... and one, in particular, a very Happy Birthday!


Hugs from Phoenix!
Myra
















Sunday, May 14, 2017

Rules, Regulations ... and Randomness



Thank you so much for your prayers and positivity, m'friends!  Aside from the gosh-awful 'bouffant' cap they made me put on ... and conspicuous absence of a coffee bar, Tuesday's procedure wasn't nearly as awful as I feared.

Beth-from-Buffalo, Tony-from-Kenya and Ricky-from-the-OR were amazing.   More than once, I wondered if they were really Real or an effect of the joy juice.   Sensing my aversion to the 'gas mask' Tony explained (that) the peculiar smell isn't ether, but the material itself.  "Remember, when you were a child and opened a brand-new inflatable beach ball?"   (Why yes ... yes I do!)

Now some of their rules seem absurd to the layperson ... but I have to remember they're there because some random someone, somewhere goofed big-time.   I lost track of how many folks came and went, but every stinkin' one asked to see my wrist band and made me recite my name and date of birth. 
("
Seriously!  Don't y'all talk to one another?")



Another rule - this one way more difficult to swallow - occurred at my workplace last week:   No-one (including my boss!) is permitted to carry keys any longer.  What a pain, having to ask Security for a temp pass every time I want to use the bathroom.  I can only presume this (company-wide) policy is a result of increasing workplace violence.  What a world .....



'Hoping and praying that DH keeps his composure Wednesday when we go through airport security.  The reason for THAT practice goes without saying. 
Still, the last time we flew (I thought) the TIA was unnecessarily aggressive -- and worried Tom's temper was going to get him arrested.    (After all, we probably bear  a marked resemblance to probable terrorists.  LOL.) 
One of them called him a "lump of coal."  Can you believe it?


* * * * *


What's in a name?

Has anyone else ever wondered, who gets naming rights to city streets?   That would be cool.  Plus methinks, what a kick it would be to name a hurricane!  (Would I choose one that reminds me of someone I admire ..... or, a witch(-with-a-'b')?

Because my tried and true lipstick shade was abruptly discontinued, I dreaded yesterday's task to find a suitable replacement ... then cracked myself up reading names of various cosmetics:  Forever Fawn, Eternal Iris, Everlasting Rhum. 

Cemetery sounds aside, some make me hungry:
Cinnamon Toast ... Caramel Latte ... Vanilla Pudding ...
(What?  No liver-and-onions?  No garlicky escargot?)


Who on earth would choose something called "Studded Kiss" or "Sweet Venom?"   (Damn, I'm old.)


* * *

In all seriousness .... 
Whether your mother is near or just near in your heart, I hope today's significance finds you smiling.


Mother, Myra and Caraleigh
Port Charlotte, FL (ca 2000)

DIL Lois (Susie), Sarah and Chloe (1997)




BTW, we're off to Alabama mid-week but I'll do my best to keep in touch ... as best I can w/o benefit of an old-fashioned keyboard!


Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra















 















Sunday, May 7, 2017

Sunday Stealing: Chicago Crazy Questions



Good morning, friends ...
It's time for another episode of Sunday Stealing!
  
Push HERE if you'd like to play along!

* * *


What was your dream growing up?
To live way out on the country on a horse ranch with 6 kids.  (I regularly daydreamed about their names and faces, but can't recall a spouse anywhere in the picture.  LOL!)


What talent do you wish you had?
It's a toss-up between mastering gift wrap ... or getting Saran Wrap to do what it's supposed to (v. ending up in a sticky ball).


If I bought you a drink what would it be?
Why thank you!  I'd like a Tanqueray martini, please.


What was the last book you read?
The Last Mile (David Baldacci)


Worst habit?
Worrying my cuticles


If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
That depends: Do I know/like you?   Many folks here walk for recreation.
 

What is your favorite sport?
I wasn't very good, but used to love ice skating and (snow) skiing.
These days, I'm happy to watch almost everything except baseball or basketball. 


What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
Say a little prayer?
Then again, we could sing off-key, really loud.  Perhaps our rescuers would hurry up, just to shut us up?


Worst thing to ever happen to you?
4 souls for whom I cared most passed away before I was prepared to say goodbye.


Tell me one weird fact about you.
In spite of the fact I crave order, I love - and will always choose - odd numbers over even.


What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
Unless it were an emergency ... I'd try to hide my annoyance and say something like, "Let me grab my purse and let's go get a cup of coffee."  (My house rarely looks like Martha Stewart lives there!)


If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
Wrinkles be gone!!!


Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
Your conscience.  Although "Going in Style" was a delight, I'm far too straight-laced. 


Ever been arrested?
Nope!


If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
Book a Russian river cruise from St. Petersburg to Moscow: Waterways of the Tzars.
(I love cruising and ever since I saw Dr. Zhivago, I've wanted to visit Russia.)


Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
Reading (blogs, Facebook, thrillers)
..... and sleep!


Biggest pet peeve?
Insincerity


In one word, how would you describe yourself.
Insecure. 
(Not exactly flattering, but there you go.) 


Do you believe in/appreciate romance?
Always.
(Little things mean a lot!)


* * *

'Wishing you all a wonderful new week!
BTW, I'm having minor surgery on Tuesday and may be off the grid a few days, but will try to comment where I can.   Prayers and positive thoughts are really appreciated.

Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra


Saturday, April 29, 2017

5 Things


Re-running, I yam. :) 
Here, I was searching for something else entirely and this - largely forgotten - post came up.  (Back in '09, I received this piece - authors unknown - from our company's then-CEO.)

Hope one or more of these snippets touch your heart like they have mine!  

* * *


First Important Lesson – The Cleaning Lady
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:" What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older black woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.
A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.


Third Important Lesson - Always Remember Those Who Serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.



Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the King's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand: Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.


Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it CountsMany years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Spring(-ish) Hodgepodge



Volume 305
Joyce, thank you for these gentle prompts
 ... helping jump-start my writing block!


* * *


"April showers bring May flowers", or so the saying goes. Has your April been filled with showers?

Um, no.  Last week our humidity levels hovered between 7% - 9%.

Do you carry an umbrella, wear a slicker, or make a run for it?

I love umbrellas!  Then again, given all the product I put in my hair, the raindrops would probably bounce right off.

Besides rain, what else has filled your April?

Too many doctors' appointments and worry genes running amok.  Not going there right now. 




What's something you could give a 30-minute presentation on at a moment's notice and with zero preparation?

Oh wow, just the idea of giving a presentation makes my teeth chatter!
'Suppose I could stretch out the preparation of seafood crepes with champagne sauce ..... my only take-away from cooking class.




Share with us a favorite food memory from childhood.

On the few occasions when my dad was home for Sunday dinner -- once the roast was ready, he'd give me a little crust of bread smeared with salted marrow.  It's been more than 50 years, but I'll never forget that seemed like the best taste in the history of EVER.




What's a song you thought you knew the lyrics to, but later discovered you were wrong?

No one song comes to mind, but I've championed the art of "la-la-la'ing" along to more than a few stanzas!




According to one travel website, the most over-rated tourist attractions in America are:  Niagra Falls, Hollywood Walk of Fame, Times Square, Epcot, Seattle Space Needle and Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market.  How many of these have you seen in person?

I've not visited the Space Needle or Faneuil Hall.

Did you feel like a tourist?  Did you care?

Aside from someone (in Manhattan) cautioning me, "Please don't embarrass me by standing on the street corner and looking up." I never considered being a tourist a bad thing.

Tell us about a place (not on the list) you've visited that might be considered a tourist trap, but you love it anyway.







Your signature clothing item?

I've worn heels for so many years, my feet sometimes feel 'off' in sneakers.




What's an experience you've had you think everyone should experience at least once?

Seeing the Grand Canyon up close and in person can't be beat.

Unlike her more exuberant sister ...a few years ago our pragmatic g'daughter cracked me up: "Wow.  I thought we were just going to see a big hole in the ground."




Insert your own random thought here.

Color me excited!
We recently finalized plans to visit son and family in Alabama next month.  Not only does our long layover in Tampa allow for lunch with BF Debbie ... but I'm hoping to meet and break bread with blog pal Rick and his wife!






Have yourselves a beautiful rest of the week, m'friends!

Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra











Saturday, April 8, 2017

Sunday Stealing!







If you could say anything you wanted to say to Donald Trump, what would you say?


"Thank you, Mr. President."   
(That's all.  Those who agree require nothing more.  You don't?  Well, nothing I might say is likely to change your mind.)



If you had to be the mother of Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan, who would you choose -- and why?


Neither, thank you.  I'm not that familiar with either young lady, so it's not my place to think I could parent any better.



You get to be Queen for a Day.  The kids are all taken care of, and you can spend as much money as you want.  What do you do all day?

Sure, I can imagine lots of indulgent behaviors; but I'm already so blessed.
  
To tell you the truth, my enjoyment would be diminished if I couldn't share it with those I love, making memories.   Money's no object, you say?  OK!

I'd send a private jet to collect my son and family, two close friends, and all my blog pals (Yes, you too; I see you over there)  to come aboard a private yacht charter around Tampa Bay.  (To be fair, I stole this idea from a former co-worker who did just that to celebrate the occasion of his elopement.)  

Because I've never been one for mindless chit-chat, our vessel would boast cozy settings (both indoors and out on deck) for warm conversation.
... and, of course, a dizzying array of comfort food and drinks.  (Any special requests?)
    



Is there a song that brings tears to your eyes every time you hear it?  If so, which one.


Without fail, "The Way We Were"



A fairy taps you on the shoulder and tells you that you can either have a perfect face or a perfect body for the rest of your life.  Which do you choose?


I don't believe perfection exists -- on this plane, anyway.  But playing along, I'll say my body, because sickness, disease - even achy muscles - could not exist.



If you could live any place in the world and money was no object, where would you live, and why?


Vail, Colorado - one of  the most beautiful  places I've ever seen.   I adore the changing seasons - particularly Rocky Mountain winters where the snow audibly crunches underfoot.  The only drawback might be (our) having little-to-nothing in common with their privileged residents.  Then again, I'm way past the point of needing camaraderie from my neighbors.



What is your biggest regret in life?


Believing those who said my father would be OK ... and not seizing the opportunity to jump on a plane to Florida following his heart-attack.



If you could go back and visit one person in your life who is now dead, and ask one question, what would that question be and why would you ask it.


Uh-uh, too personal.  May I be excused?
(Well maybe, I'd ask JFK, "Who really pulled the trigger?")



If you had the chance to age forward (like we are now) or aging backwards (think Benjamin Buttons) which would you choose and why?


Definitely backwards.   Sure, I'd miss the benefit of modern medicine ... central air conditioning .... even, especially, the internet.    Generally speaking, I believe folks of my parents' and grandparents' generations behaved more respectably and in a kinder fashion to one another ... to law enforcement and our military.  Sad, what rage exists, even on our roadways.



What will the epitaph on your headstone say?


Some of you may recall what I shared on Facebook:  
I'd ditto what Charlie Mechem is credited as having said:  
"Dear God, Thanks for letting me visit.  I had a wonderful time." 


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Yes, thanks for visiting!
If you're so inclined, I'd love to hear how you might answer some of these questions!

Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra