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.”
Here are Rory’s nine Dawdler questions today.
What do you find yourself splurging on the most?
I don’t splurge on much, but if come across something I think my grandkids might like, I may splurge on that.
What is your top writing tip?
When you get an idea in your head or see something interesting that is worth sharing, jot it down somewhere so you can use it as inspiration for a post at some point.
Are you a regular recycler, and if so, what are five of your top recycling tips?
Yes, I am a regular recycler. I will put into the blue recycle bin anything that has been identified as recyclable. I will put in the green compost bin anything that has been designated as compostable. And I will only put in the black ground fill (trash) bin those items that are neither recyclable nor compostable.
Are you someone that wants to be or needs to be heard and seen, or are you content to be found behind the scenes?
Back in the day, I was a seen and heard type, but now, in my so-called “golden years,” I’m fine with being low-keyed, laid-back, and behind the scenes.
How approachable do you think you are in real life and away from the keyboard, and do others feel the same way about you?
I think I’m reasonably approachable as long as the person who is approaching me isn’t trying to sell me something or has a hidden agenda. As to whether or not others feel the same way, how the fuck would I know? Ask them.
Do you sit more on the fence or the edge of the knife?
Neither. I prefer a nice, comfy, well-cushioned seat.
What do you remember the most about your grandparents?
They were old and now they’re dead.
How important to you is validation from your readers to your written content – do you need acknowledgement from others to create?
It’s nice to have readers acknowledge my posts and like and comment on them. Do I need such acknowledgment or validation in order to write? No. But it does help keep me motivated.
What is it you would have liked to have been asked about your life but have yet to be?
Nothing. I’m fine with people minding their own business instead of prying into mine.
This, That, and the Other 
Awesome answers Fandango! I stole two of them Lol!
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Help yourself! 😉
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What I remember most about my grandparents is that my mom’s parents were not terribly… but kinda… grumpy — her dad more so. My dad enjoyed the company of his wife’s mother; gardening, canning, and more. My dad’s parents were kinda friendly — Dad’s dad even more so. This mom didn’t do a lot of household things; she had, for example, a maid. She had children who enjoyed the arts in addition to academics. And tradition was cultivated. We all, as a family each Christmas Eve would sing multiple carols all together in whichever living room to which we had gathered. Dad’s dad died when I was very young, but I remember him. He liked to sit in the yard (when he wasn’t working in the yard during free time) and talk. He was additionally warm as well as less judgmental than his wife. *She’d had some difficulties in her background, moving over from Europe very young with her immigrant mother (who is buried in our family plot without her immigrant father).
A slightly distant family member who lived closer to my mom’s parents than I did, although we visited almost every Sunday, says that pair was highly judgmental in a “station in life” kind of way. Unlike my paternal grandfather, my maternal grandfather was in Freemasonry — like our early presidents (and maybe all). When I was little, I misunderstood when my mom said her dad took her to church: what he did was he dropped her (and her twin sister) off. When my dad took me to church, he was doing what he wouldn’t do with my mom around as she was very contrarian: once in a blue moon, he’d take me to the nearby Catholic Church in the regular congregational service (together). I’m guessing I was “christened” there. I enjoyed going with him. (It’s a little bit sad but also a bit of a sorting out that after my mom “joined” only a few years ago, in a parish on another side of “town” so to speak [in St. Louis], I’ve encountered some very negative things — both with the church setting itself and due to going with her and hearing her talk about it, them, him, other people in relation as anti-Catholic, etc.)
* Perhaps this was the reason. Still, both ”sides” of my family were wary of the joining of a Catholic and a non-Catholic (not so much so on the part of my dad’s dad or my mom’s mom). There have always been multiple things going on.
How approachable do you think you are in real life and away from the keyboard, and do others feel the same way about you?
I think I’d like to work on this one. I’m quite approachable. Yet, I think I could do more to go out of my way. An example is that when I took a science course a few years ago (lab and lecture for five credits), there was a day when we students were turning in a somewhat lengthy assignment to answer questions. One, multipart question with like a-g parts had seemed kinda weird. I decided the answer to each a-g was the same but worded slightly differently… essentially a grammar quiz. I didn’t want to fuss about it, so I went with that interpretation (later found I was “right” or correct in the teacher’s eyes). On that day, one student asked me if I understood, let’s call it, number five. I went to her and explained what I had determined. But this other student didn’t seem happy — like she wasn’t grasping it. The teacher was behaving like she was in a hurry to leave, and everyone else was already out of the room. So I went up and handed over my paperwork and left. That student never returned.
I would like to have gone to the teacher and asked if my interpretation was on-point and whether she had time for me to sit down with the young lady and help her in that moment.
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Clarification: … some very negative things — both with the church setting itself and due to going with her and hearing her talk about it, them, him…
The “him” is a priest she spoke of as if she were in love with — not hyperbole on my part, she actually sent him (and me} texts as to no one being a better “lover” than a priest.
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Great answers Fandango, the last one in particular
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Thanks, Brian. Now go mind your own business! 😂
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Our Australian soft plastic recycler went bust so in the meantime it all goes into landfill. Tragic……
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Very candid answers
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Well done on your recycling Fandango, l remember reading about your toothpaste containers and the details you were expected to potentially wangle. Intriguing on the fifth as well. 🙂
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Unfortunately there is very little opportunity for recycling here. I keep hoping the local garbage services will add more soon.
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