Plinky had this prompt that asked, “What does romance mean to you?” I think it means being in tune with what that special person likes and making it happen for them. I think it is different depending on the individual, but the other person doing it for their pure joy and delight is really romantic to me. Wow. I really thought that my explanation would be longer, but that’s it.
This Plinky prompt asked if I prefer the city or the country. The short answer is both.
The last house I lived in as a child (and the house my parents still live in) in in the COUNTRAY. Not the country, the countray. As in, for the majority of my time there, our nearest neighbor was over a mile down the road in either direction. As in, our water came from a well and we had our own electric poles on the property. As in, the house was located on a dirt road (it’s paved now, but it was dirt then). As in, the nearest full grocery store was at one time almost an hour away (highways have since been built so it’s not as far, but it was far back then). Like I said, the countray.
It has its positives though. It’s very quiet, if you like quiet. It’s beautiful, though I did not truly appreciate it until I had left. People care about each other more in rural communities though – at least in the one I grew up in. If somebody dies in your family, they bring you a plate and ask about you and make their kids call you and check on you. Neighbors are not afraid to help each other (in the city I have found a lot of people who are scared to reach out and it renders them aloof to their fellow citizens).
Don’t get me wrong, I am within walking distance to a great grocery store and library and I appreciate this fact, but I also embrace my close proximity to local farms, greenbelts, wooded trails and mountains when civilization gets to be too much.
Plinky asked do I prefer to write notes on paper or on an electronic device. I think it depends on the situation. I correspond all the time with people via email, twitter and facebook and I have done my share of blogging and electronic journaling, but there are some times when I just need to write things down on paper. I’m a big fan of to do lists and post it notes. I suppose I could save some trees and do those lists on a device, but I guess old habits die hard. If I find myself having a hard time grasping concepts, I’ll whip out a notebook and write things down. Sometimes it helps me to remember things and work out problems. My kids are much bigger fans of computer use and communication. Sometimes I think it is a sad thing because of the ways it has helped me express myself, but maybe this is a part of progress. Sigh.
I’m looking forward to all of the stuff that comes with Autumn. In my life, it’s a lot of stuff. This morning I got a reminder on my calendar that my Dad’s birthday is on the horizon (Can I just take a moment to say I LOVE the way my calendar sends me emails to remind me of stuff? I feel so organized. I may never miss another birthday again. I know my family and friends will appreciate that.) So far this autumn, the leaves have started changing, the kids are back in school, the sweaters are making their way to the front of the closet and the sundresses are on the way back, and the rain has returned (I got drenched yesterday, but it’s really nothing new. It was cold, but nothing new). I like Autumn and all of the festivals and holidays and conferences and getting ready for the winter hubbub. I’ve even made peace with the Christmas merchandise at Costco.