Things I like, in no particular order:
(Thanks Repeater for the inspiration!)
The beach, being invited to do things, being outside, sushi, most ethnic cuisines, wine, knitting, yoga, reading, writing, witnessing random acts of kindness, the sky at sunset in the fall, the air in the fall, fall in general: aka weather that you can be comfy in flip-flops, jeans, and a sweater, being honest, snuggling, Bug, Chloe, BoomBoom, staying in, going out, getting gifts that you really love esp when you didn't ask for them, hugs, berries of all kinds, tea, watching dogs or kids play, gardening, journals, books, thoughtful people
And as I promised in my last post, here's the beginning of a list of My Life In Stories:
- I went through a phase as a kid where I stole stuff, usually from my older brother. One time when I was maybe 4 I stole all of the little chachkas he stored in this mini-filing cabinet thing. I took every last stick, thumbtack, rubber band, and eraser. How I thought he wouldn't notice, I don't know. He came home and was furious! He searched my room and found everything in my dresser (not a good hiding place, FYI). The whole time he was searching my room, my grandparents (who were babysitting us) sat on my bed with me and hugged me. Talk about unconditional love.
- We used to have a house on the Jersey shore where we'd spend lots of time during the summer. It was near Atlantic City, and we'd hang out there a lot. (This was before it was seedy, and before Trump was there.) There was a boardwalk, and a bunch of kids' casinos where you could play games for stuffed animals. I remember once I won this raccoon who I named Ricky. How I loved Ricky. We stopped at my great aunt and uncle's house on the way back from the trip, and I left my beloved Ricky there. Of course I realized this when we were about an hour away. Man, did I cry. And scream. And cry some more. And then my parents made what I consider a fatal flaw--they turned around and we drove to get Ricky. I know, it was awfully nice of them to do (though in reality it was probably more for their own sanity than my comfort). But from then on crying hysterically=getting my way. I just recently managed to get over that habit