Posted tagged ‘lost muse’

“All autobiography is self-indulgent.”

October 18, 2010

The day is a bit chilly but beautiful. The sun is brilliant and glints off everything. Tonight is supposed to be in the high 30’s. That’s downright cold. It’s winter nibbling on fall.

It is amazing how blank my mind is right now. I have started about four different paragraphs and none led anywhere. I was going to give a run-down of the week, but tonight and dinner with friends is my only social event. I have to grocery shop, but that doesn’t count. Next, I had an inspiration. I’ll talk about colors and seasons. I got as far as summer and the world bursting with color then I lost interest. I knew winter would be a problem. A flicker was at the feeder, the first one I’ve seen in awhile, but that one sentence said it all. English grammar even reared its ugly head, but I figured I’d lose most people at the mere mention of an objective complement. I have written almost endlessly about my childhood, and there are probably hundreds of amusing anecdotes I haven’t mentioned, but right now nothing comes to mind. I’m spending more time looking out the window than at the keys.

I have no favorite color or lucky number. I have never been superstitious. I believe more in the existence of extraterrestrials than I do in the existence of ghosts. Reading is one of my all time favorite ways to spend time. I like to do crossword puzzles. If I could always dress in my coziest clothes, I would. I’m not one for frou-frou. I don’t like cruises, but I’d go down the Nile, the Amazon or the Chobe if I got the chance. The first time I flew over the Sahara and the flight over the Andes are my two favorite views from a plane. I love trains and have ridden on some wild rides. The train from Quito to Guayaquil was the wildest. I wish I spoke several languages. I can survive in Spanish and just barely in French where I’m best at ordering food. Pomme frites and bifteck with a side of harigots verts were always a fallback. I send postcards when I travel. Christmas shopping is an all year event with me. I hate olives.

Okay, that’s it for today, a thumbnail sketch of me now.