Hi all,
Okay, here's a confession: I have never ever even
had a driver's license! Always lived in the city; never felt the need for a car. I guess this might seem like an unbearable thing if you live in L.A. or Houston or something, but, up here, it's no big deal.
For the curious, yes, I bike around a lot in the summer, do the BMW thing year-round ("BMW," by the way, stands for "Bus-Metro-Walking"), and find there's little that gives me as much pleasure as a good walk, whether it be a brisk one or a more leisurely stroll.
Not much sense in being a people-watcher if all you get to see are the tinted-out head-and-shoulder profiles of other drivers.
Here's another confession: I'm a total degenerate when it comes to doing my laundry. Black, bright colours, whites, cotton, silk, jeans... it all goes in the same hole. Now, before you all gang up on me, I have to say that, when I do someone else's laundry (say, my SO's), I'm scrupulously attentive to the washing and drying instructions. It's just that, for me, I don't really care if my shirts turn up a cool shade of pale gray and my cotton jockeys pinkish. It's all good. I'm not fussy (and I have no SO to scandalize with my laundry habits). I'm the same way with meals. I don't like spending more than twenty minutes in a kitchen fixing meals for myself but, when company's coming, I'll spend an afternoon in there if need be. I guess my working for twelve years as a cook in restaurant kitchens has left me with a distaste for fixing elaborate meals for myself.
Oh, and I love Kermit, too. Us frogs gotta stick together,
n'est-ce pas?
Love,
CJ