Where do you feel most at home? Please be more specific than “at home, doh” please. It could be a room in your home, a person, a location…
They say that home is where the heart is so of course I feel the most at home when I am surrounded by my own things. I like looking at my treasures and I like knowing that my pets are feeling relaxed. I can tell when Polly is happy as she walks around with her tail as straight as a flagpole. Or she sleeps like this.
On a larger scale I feel at home in Tasmania. I lived in another state for most of my life but when I came here I felt that this was the place I was meant to be. I have occasionally experienced this sort of feeling when I’ve been away from home. I remember on our first cruise when we went to New Zealand. Our first port was Picton in the South Island and it felt just like an Australian seaside town. I felt very at home in New Zealand.
Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car?
I can’t do any of those things but if I’d have to pick one I’d say drive a car because I would be afraid of falling off the other two and driving a car would be a lot more convenient for shopping or if it was raining.
What song would you sing on “Karaoke Night” (if you were forced to do so)?
Nope. Nobody forces me to make an idiot of myself in public. Actually I don’t think I can sing any more. It just comes out as a croak. I think I lost my voice yelling for Cindy when she used to sneak out of our garden and go somewhere round the back near the farm. Sighs of relief from everyone I know but I miss being able to sing badly.
University or life experience, which do you feel best prepares you for life?
I did not go to university or college so I can’t really compare. I think my life experience has given me more practical experience but the higher education might have meant I ended up with more money although these days that is not a given.
IT’S AN ATTITUDE – GRATITUDE! (Participation Always Optional Of Course)
What are you grateful for?
It’s been a quiet few days for me since Naomi went home on Wednesday. The weather has been wet and windy but I’ve enjoyed spending some time catching up on blogging and reading an amusing series of SF books called “Time Is Irreverent” by Marty Essen.