Yearly tests with all the worry about passing would be daunting.
The smell of freshly baked cakes is something my nostrils can sense even behind this screen. I also did a lot of baking over the years for family. Kids are grown and I stopped doing that much baking. Over time I cut most of the sweets out of my life. Now I can't really eat them because it's not appealing anymore. It affects my palate in a way some people would feel with something very sour like sucking a lemon. I figured, with diabetes in my family's history I'm only helping to avoid it by declining sweets. So far, so good.
I've been really terrible about editing stories I wrote for a contest that had potential, but then I got bored with editing since the contest ended, and I moved on to newer things.
Those yearly tests are probably keeping folks alive. I often ask folks about when they are going to give up their keys. We are fortunate to have alternatives in this town.
I forgot about this contest. I've entered in the past.
Thanks for your comments. Yes, we do have a very pleasant time on a Wednesday morning each week. There’s something about an all female group of writers that’s different to a mixed group. We’re all very sensitive to each other’s feelings whilst not afraid to comment and suggest ways to improve our writing. We’re very lucky.
Sounds lovely! Those photos are beautiful. I love the the little cottages. What a pleasant time you ladies must have had in that venue. 1896 cottage. My house dates back to the late 1830's. I call it my money pit, though!
How beautiful the backdrop is with the local inhabitants. Kangaroos, and exotic birds!
Every year despite the book about the deaths that occur each year climbing people pay thousands of dollars to climb Mt. Everest. If you had the money would you try or not? What do you think the fascination is with climbing?
I don’t, and never have had the ability to climb a mountain. Yet I can understand the motives of those who can climb. I’ve never been afraid of heights. I love the exhilarating feeling of being high up off the ground. The air is different, fresher, cleaner.
My dream would to fly like a bird and the nearest I ever got to that was a hot air balloon flight. We went through the clouds and flew in the bright blue sky, the sun shining down on us. I would still like to paraglide but it’s looking less likely now.
Even though I love heights I hate flying in an aircraft because I’m claustrophobic and have a fear of being trapped anywhere. Tunnels, caves and enclosed spaces, I avoid at any cost.
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