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I just nominated a number of bloggers for the Unique Blogger Award after having been nominated myself. There were four steps to follow as part of the process.

  1. Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
  2. Answer the questions.
  3. In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 8-13 people for the same award.
  4. Ask them 3 questions.

I successfully completed the first three items, but somehow managed to completely forget about #4.

So here goes, to those of you I nominated (and to anyone else who feels like responding to these questions).

  1. What motivated you to start your blog?
  2. What characteristics do you look for in other people’s blogs?
  3. What, if anything, will cause you to not read (or not continue reading, another’s blog?

There. Now I feel complete.

Who? Me?

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I’m always entertained when I read about the trials and tribulations of teaching, bicycling, and other activities of daily living over at Non-Euclidean Sofa. But imagine my surprise when he notified me that he’d nominated me for a blog award.

Yes, he nominated me for the Unique Blogger Award. I’m not sure what that is, or what it means, but it’s always nice to have someone recognize you for something you do, other than whatever crimes and misdemeanors you may have committed during your life. So I’m pleased and appreciative of him for think kindly of my blog.

Anyway, as with anything worthwhile, there are rules.

  1. Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
  2. Answer the questions.
  3. In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 8-13 people for the same award.
  4. Ask them 3 questions.

Okay, here goes. Time to pay it forward.

I have shared the link of the nominator. Now I have to answer his three questions.

  1. What is something you’d show from a rooftop on a Sunday night during a rainstorm? Also, explain why at your leisure.

Why would I be doing anything from a rooftop on a Sunday night during a rainstorm? And did he mean “show” from a rooftop or “shout” from a rooftop? No one knows, right? Anyway, I’d shout, “Rain, rain go away, come again another day, or night, or whatever. Just go the fuck away.” Why, because I’m on a rooftop and it’s raining. Why else?

2. What is something you could enjoy complaining a lot about?

You mean besides Donald Trump? Oh, let’s see. The weather. Traffic. The cost of living. Life in general. Yup, that about covers it.

3. What is something you think about that keeps you awake?

You mean besides Donald Trump? Oh, let’s see. The weather. Traffic. The cost of living. Life in general. Yup, that about covers it.

Now I’m supposed to nominate a bunch of other bloggers. This is where it’s easy to get in trouble. There are so many bloggers who are deserving of this recognition and I’m bound to leave someone out and that will piss them off. But a line, no matter how arbitrary, must be drawn. So here goes, in no particular order.

Sight’s poetry is often incomprehensible to me and I even am challenged by much of his prose. Still, he takes us all on quite a journey at his blog.

Sandi’s Flip Flops Every Day is always a fun read and the comments section is a hoot. And she’s also the brains behind the Manic Monday challenges.

Jim Adams is an author, a historian, and a teacher. I always learn new things at his blog.

Not to be missed are the cartoons and humor over at Bad Dad Cartoons. They’ll keep you smiling (and sometimes groaning).

Margaret Curry’s Life on the Skinny Branches is entertaining and endearing.

Marilyn Armstrong leads an interesting life and is full of wit and charming wisdom at her Serendipity blog.

I always have fun with Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts. She’s the blogger who got me into responding to prompts and challenges.

Michael at Morpethroad is fellow prompt responder and he always has a good story to tell.

Jerry Brotherton, The Backyard Poet is a recent discovery and his down home humor and observations are engaging.

I share my strong political beliefs with Lydia’s at A Lot From Lydia, and she’s great at expressing things that, were I more talented, I might say myself.

Kijo’s Live Life, Make Meaning blog, even though I’m not a fan of poetry, is a must read.

Okay. I’ve reached that arbitrary line and fulfilled my obligation. There are many other bloggers who deserve recognition, as well. But, should I ever be honored with another blog award, I’ll get to them.

And thanks again to Non-Euclidean Sofa for the recognition.

The Coldest Winter…

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The first time I visited San Francisco was a number of decades ago. I lived in Houston at the time and my then-girlfriend and I decided to take a week-long vacation in the City by the Bay. It was late July.

Neither of us had ever been there before, so we went to a local book store and picked up a travel guide for San Francisco. The guide listed all kinds of sites to see, things to do, and restaurants to eat at. But it didn’t warn us about the weather in San Francisco in July.

Summers in Houston are hot! I mean really, really, hell-on-earth hot. When not dressed for work, it’s T-shirts and shorts hot. All the time. Even at night.

My girl and I flew to San Francisco with a suitcase full of T-shits and shorts. And why not? It was late July and that’s summertime and summers in the United States are hot. San Francisco is in the United States, right?

Oh my were we in for a shock. Cold and foggy are the two words I would use to describe what we encountered upon our arrival in San Francisco. Every day started out foggy, and it wasn’t until early afternoons that the winds coming off the ocean were able to blow away the fog.

The high temperatures during the day rarely got above 65 and at night it sometimes dipped into the upper forties. I had to go buy a pair of jeans, a sweat shirt, and a jacket in order to keep warm.

Despite the weather, though, we found San Francisco to be a wonderful city and we truly enjoyed our visit.

That said, I appreciate the words that are widely — but incorrectly — attributed to Mark Twain:

“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”


This post was written for today’s one-word prompt, “foggy.”

 

 

 

One-Liner Wednesday — Finding Yourself

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I was watching Monday night’s The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and his first guest was Matthew McConaughey. At one point during Stephen’s interview of McConaughey, the actor said:

“I found myself right where I left me.”

I immediately wrote that down and decided to use that brief statement for my One-Liner Wednesday post this week.

What McConaughey said resonated with me. I think it reflects something we all do at some point — and possibly at multiple points — in our lives. And that is to embark on a journey of personal discovery. We are seeking to find out who we are, who we want to be, and who we can be. We are looking for ourselves.

I’ve taken that journey a few times and I’ve found that it always ends up to be a round trip. That’s not to say there’s no growth during the journey, no evolution of self. There is.

And yet, upon returning from my odyssey of self-discovery, I find that I am still me. Maybe I’m a little more enlightened, more experienced, and certainly a little older. I may have a few more bumps and bruises and be a little worse for wear. At the same time, though, I feel refreshed and invigorated.

But at journey’s end, I mostly find myself right where I left me.


This is my post for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.