christy won my contest for the best fibonacci poem. she wrote a great poem and deserves the prize. yes, okay, she WAS the only one who wrote one, but i had already decided that my readers are a somewhat rebellious group that doesn't take to challenges or suggestions very well. so that's not exactly my fault, is it?
so if christy will contact me, i will make arrangement to award her fabulous prize, a $5 Michael's card. yeah, you wished you'd written something now, don't you? tough.
oh, yes, and happy birthday to the first of three july birthdays in our family: my son-in-law, christian plautz.
i am excessively fond of monarch butterflies, chocolate chip cookie dough, groveling in the dirt for vegetables, and fried chicken; and in another category, my children and grandchildren and husband. i am probably excessively fond of myself, too, and always laugh at my own jokes. when i find something like a book or movie that i love (it doesn't happen all that often), i watch/read it again and again and wish i could go there and quote it for the rest of my life. i am 60 years old and believe that this is the best version of myself, so far.
"...oh, the cruelty of the passport [driver's license] renewal [ or at my age, any picture of me taken before the age of 40]. The last time they took your...picture, back in the day, you were okay-looking, even in that ghoulish post office fluorescence. You didn't think you looked okay at the time, but it turns out that you were incorrect. you should have appreciated what you had, the medium-attractive looks you had. Standard rather than "interesting," but, you know, so what."
