300 WORDS: The Incredibles

I love my first sip of coffee in the morning.  I love teaching Pilates. 
I love being a student of almost anything.   I love sparkly jewelry that doesn’t cost much. 
I love Jane Austen books, but I really love Jane Austen movies. I love watching those movies when
everything else in life is so upside-down and unpredictable because, in the movies, everything is going to be okay – the Dashwood sisters get theirs, as do the Bennet sisters and Anne Elliot.

I don’t understand avarice.  I understand even less the desire for fame for the sake of fame.

I love black and white movies.  The Big Sleep, Casablanca, Manhattan.  The lack of color imparts both
a softness and an edge, especially to the characters.  Would Elsa or Mrs. Rutledge have been so compelling in color?   Well, probably.

I hate sweeping generalizations.  I hate neighborhood associations which dictate mailbox colors and the
disallowing of tree houses.

I love Halloween.  I love dressing up.  My favorite is still when Mike and I and Noelynn and Ian were The
Incredibles.  I love Mike, Noelynn, and Ian.

I love sweating when I’m exercising.  I hate sweating when I’m not.  I love my cat,
even though he bites my legs and the legs of my friends who look after him when I’m out of town.

I hate when things get caught on other things.  Like when the blow dryer cord gets caught on the drawer handle and when I yank it free, the drawer comes out and falls on my toes.   That happened recently.  I hated that. 
 
I love to drink water, but hate being in water.  I love that I finally learned how to swim, but I hate swimming.  

I love writing these 300 words, and I really love the fact that you read them.