A friend commented on another blog post of mine about how we’re told that loneliness shortens a life span like a smoking habit does. Her married parents are now within waving distance of 90; she doubts she’ll get to that age.
I have a theory, or maybe it’s just a good ol’ opinion about longevity and it’s this: People live a long life because they want to.
In my ongoing journey to figure myself and life and all that stuff out, I’m now trying to learn about non-attachment. Attachment = expectation. In “The Shack”, they suggest you ditch the noun and go for the verb: Expecting. That is making more and more sense to me. Expectation sets you up for failure; expecting opens you up.
The spring of 1969, I traveled across country with my grandma and grandpa. Just before leaving California, I had heard The Beatles song “Help!”. The movie had been showing on TV one evening at my mother’s. I liked the song and I remember singing it in Maine, where we’d stopped off at Grandma’s son’s place and I got to meet my cousins. Only days after that visit, we were on our way to Norway.
I stole this from Paula’s 2 x 13 questions (which had me thinking about one half of a deck of cards, and the fact that the Norwegian alphabet has 29 letters, but I digress).
1. Share your profile picture.
2. Who are you named after? Nobody. My mom saw “Keera” in an obituary.
3. Do you like your handwriting? Yes. But sometimes I can’t read it.
4. What’s your favorite lunchmeat? Norwegian brown cheese, Gudbrandsdalsost.
5. Longest relationship? That would be either my friend Ann in actual years or my friend Torleif in years in a row of regular contact. Or the parental units.
6. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes. The only thing I’ve had removed are my wisdom teeth.
7. Would you bungee jump? If I’m sitting in my own couch with VR goggles, sure.
8. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Always. I was taught that to not to would ruin the shoes. Wait, do I even still have shoes that tie?
9. Favorite ice-cream? My favorite used to be pistachio but I don’t know any more. Everything tastes too sweet now.
10. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I have no idea. Hair? Is it supposed to be the same thing every time?
11. Football or baseball? If I have to choose, baseball. Then I won’t root for the wrong team because I can’t tell what they’re doing.
12. What color pants are you wearing? Dark blue. Actually, denim blue. I’m wearing jeans.
13. Last thing you ate? Soft tortilla taco.
14. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Periwinkle!
15. Favorite smell? Roses.
16. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Hah! I’ve actually spoken to someone on the phone this year so I can answer this: Receptionist at the doctor’s office. (Text me.)
17. Hair color? Ash brown with a few strands of silver. See profile picture above.
18. Eye color? They look blue on the profile picture above so my passport is correct. But up close they are actually dark gray-blue irises shot through with white and with a bit of central heterochromia.
19. Favorite food to eat? Having discovered buckwheat pasta, I’m back to a childhood favorite: Spaghetti.
20. Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movie with a happy ending. I don’t watch movies to think. That’s what books are for.
21. Last movie you watched? “Star Trek III: The Search for Spock”. I’m rewatching all the Star Trek movies these days.
22. Favorite holiday? I used to love them all. Now I can hardly be bothered. I think maybe Advent/Christmas because the lights come up during the darkest, wettest, grayest part of the year.
23 Beer or wine? Gin & tonic.
24. Favorite day of the week? Friday. Happy mood at work, the whole weekend ahead, something good on TV, maybe even something good for dinner.
25. Three (or four) favorite bloggers you want to learn more about? Uhm… Er… How about you make a suggestion or three (or four)? 🙂
26. Added info you didn’t know you wanted. Q: Pluto: Planet or planetoid? A: PLANET! It was never demoted in my mind.
Norway has been good to me, dentally. My grandpa was also good to me. Orthodontics are subsidized but still cost out of pocket. So the year I had no cavities I started wearing a retainer.
One thing Norwegian children have been through together, is the school dentist. In my part of Norway, the school dentist got the nickname “pinaren”, which translates to “the tormenter”. An awful lot of kids ended up afraid of the dentist.