Rory, the king of questions, also known as the Autistic Composter, has come up with a new series of questions that he calls “The Garden Dawdler.” Rory is posing “nine questions once a week for your leisure or pleasure.”
I didn’t get around to responding to Rory’s questions yesterday, but better late than never, right? Here are Rory’s nine Dawdler questions from yesterday.
What is one of your deepest desires or fantasy?
As my blog is rated PG, I’m afraid that revealing my deepest desires or fantasies would not be appropriate here.
When was the last time you used a pencil to write with?
I actually cannot recall the last time I used a pencil.
How tired are you daily, or do you get sufficient sleep to feel refreshed daily?
I’d say most nights I get sufficient sleep (around seven hours) to feel relatively refreshed the next day. On those nights when I don’t get that much sleep, I will generally fall asleep during the day while watching TV, reading, or listening to music.
How quick are you at making significant vital decisions?
Once I’ve gathered all of the information I need in order to make a significant, vital decision, which could take a while, I make it pretty quickly.
Do you use a brush or a comb with your hair or never do that and have a more natural look?
I shave my head every two weeks, so I use neither a brush nor a comb on my hair.
How many true friendships do you think you need?
I have a very small circle of what I’d call “true friends,” and I think I have all that I need.
How good is your memory, and how far back in your life can you go to remember moments with clarity?
I actually think my memory of things that occurred many years ago is probably sharper and clearer than more recent memories. Ask me what I had for dinner this past Wednesday and I’d be hard pressed to give you a correct answer.
How do you keep yourself optimistic day to day?
I’ve cut way back on the news I read, watch, or listen to. I’m not unaware of what’s going on, but I no longer obsess about it because it makes me too angry or gets me depressed. So maybe that old saying about ignorance being bliss has some merit to it.
When did you last wander freely out and about with no set destination instead of walking purposefully? [A stroll with no clear A – B parameters]
It was before I busted my hip back in January, that’s for sure.
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