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Monday Melee

Fracas' Monday Melee.

1. The Magnificent: Name someone you absolutely adore, and tell us why.

I adore my neighbor Jane. She has been devoted in raising her two children, both brilliant musicians. And she cares for her 90-plus year old mother, watching her like a hawk. She is a home-health care nurse and funny and honest and open. And she has a wonderful dog who wags his tail when he sees me from across the street.

2. The Muddy: Tell us something about life you just don’t “get”.
Arrogant grousing. There are people who think they can do any task better than the person trained to do it and don't mind telling everyone else how smart they are. Through all this flooding here, people who push brooms for a living are griping about how the engineers are managing the dams and acting as if they could do it so much better. Let people do their jobs, and shut up.

3. The Magnetic: Name something or someone good (or bad) you’re drawn to and you just can’t help it. Tell us if you want to change this or not.
I am drawn to my cats. They "love" me, a term I use in quotes because I suspect they don't actually understand something as complex as love. They like to be near me, though, and they cuddle and purr--well, one of them cuddles. The other one can't stand to be held, but he likes to stand next to me and lean against my ankles while I'm washing the dishes.

4. The Mainstay: Who or what is something you just can’t live without? Why?
I could probably adjust to living without most things I have, but I currently have a strong need for my mactop. It is my link to email and blogs and newspapers and cooking sites and general information. For example, yesterday I had a sudden urge to read about Winston Churchill, and within minutes, I was reading a brief biography. Minutes later, I was checking the weather forecast, and then I read a poem on Writer's Almanac.

5. The Masquerade: Tell us something about yourself we wouldn’t already know.
I am 1/64th Cherokee Indian, or maybe I am Creek. My maternal great-great-great-grandmother was Cherokee or Creek, and from the photo I remember seeing of her, she was a leathery old woman who was probably feared. Growing up, I was told that some my ancestors were victims of the Trail of Tears march out of the south.

6. The Mettle: Tell us about a time you showed courage in yourself, or tell us what you wish you had the courage to do.
I don't like public speaking. In school, if the teacher ever asked me a question or made me stand in front of the room to give a speech, I would do my best to fake illness and be excused. I even managed to have a fever once and really was sent home. But a few years ago I was asked to speak in front of the local art guild about submitting art to a publishing company, and I loved it. I had a ball and was confident and didn't say "um" and didn't ask the leader to call my mother so I could go home.

Comments

dive said…
You don't like arrogant grousing? Then why on earth do you read my blog, young Robyn? Hee hee.

I think number five deserves a post all its own. Perhaps you could scan in the photo of her and let us see if we think you are indeed one-sixty-fourth leathery old woman (OW!!!!!) … hee hee.
Mrs. G. said…
We share similar affections for our laptops. I enjoyed this post.
Well done Robyn. Daunting, isn't it. Your Mactop thingy; is it the AIR? In which case i don't know a thing about it, but it looks so pretty and i'm sorely jealous.

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