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.