Like: The new sign I installed at the bottom of my blog. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who ever sees it, but whenever I scroll down to see if any new comments have cropped up on my recent posts, there it is, different every time.
Made by Andrea Micheloni
Don’t Like: Organic dark chocolate with ginger pieces. It sounds like it ought to be delicious, in the sense that it’s so strange and counter-intuitive that it would only exist if it were really good. But in fact it just tastes weird.
(Do not suppose, however, that I plan to dispose of said chocolate. Oh, no – I’ll still eat it. I’ll just be really disappointed whenever I do.)
Like: Coming up with new labels for my posts. “Seasons” is my newest one, and a quick glance through my archive suggests that there is, in fact, a season for writing about seasons, one that lasts from July to December. Lots of summer beach posts, lots of lyrical meditations on autumn, a few snow day snapshots, but nothing between January and June. Bleak midwinter is the time for thinky blogging, with frivolous weather posts banished until the first beach day of summer.
Don’t Like: Spring. It’s the most overrated season, composed mostly of mud, rain, and late snowstorms that are completely without the novelty and excitement of those first few blizzards in early December. By the time spring has grown out of its awkward all-arms-and-legs phase, it’s nearly July and time to break out the shorts and tank-tops.
Like: This idea I found at Owlhaven: Personalize the following quote:
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
Here’s my attempt:
One ought, every day at least, to sit in silence for half an hour, read the newspaper, eat (or drink) something while it is still hot, and if it were possible, to sleep for eight hours uninterruptedly.
It’s as if I have a newborn, isn’t it? I guess when I think about the minimum I ask of the day in order to feel healthy and centered, my mind just naturally wanders to the months when none of those things occurred, ever.
(Here are some of the things that crossed my mind while I was making my list, but did not make the cut: fresh air, sunsets, TV, shopping, exercise, hearing the heartwarming sound of children’s laughter.)
Don’t Like: Card games in which one is required to place bids or call trump. Losing is bad enough without deepening the humiliation by engaging in wanton acts of hubris at the beginning of each hand.