Meme Time

I shamelessly stole this from Jeff. I suspect that I shall get several of the same question, but I am hoping that I shall be proven wrong.

The Meme
1 question…
1 chance…
1 honest answer…
That’s all you get…

Ask me 1 question. Any 1 question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer.

No catch.

Except one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.


14 responses to “Meme Time

  1. What would you say is your favorite memory of playing Dulcinea? =)

    • Hmm, that’s toughie. I would have to say, it is a tie between these two.
      One was not long after I first received her. I was sitting on my bed, learning Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, when Fido came up to see what the noise was. He sat and listened for a little while and then curled up beside me and started to purr. The light from the window fell upon him and gave his blue-grey fur and lustrous sheen. It was a moment of beauty.
      The other was the first time that I played for Libertad. She had asked me to come over and for the first time in a very long time, I felt comfortable enough with someone to let them hear me play … and I mean really play. I brought Dulcinea and while she took a shower, I warmed up. First with a few scales, then Dust in the Wind, then Malagueña, and as I finished that, I looked up and saw her staring at me. Her hair wreathed her head like a lion’s mane or some dark halo. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape. Her clothes hung upon her loosely and her towel was draped over her shoulders. He face was still damp with the mist of the shower and her lips parted slightly as she said, “that was beautiful.”
      Two perfect moments. I cannot choose between them.

  2. If you could do anything at all, what would it be?

    • Anything at all? That feels too limitless, but I will do my best to answer.
      As tempting as things like changing the past or making someone love me sound, I do not think that those are good ideas. No, I think that what I would do comes from playing too many video games. I would give myself a hundred million dollars which I could use to help my friends and family.
      I would give money to my friends and say, “here is one year’s salary plus however much you need to pay off debts. You have one year to get your lives the way that you want them or at least to start putting them on track. If you need more during that year, we can renegotiate, but I want you all to work to fulfill your dreams.” I would pay for my sister’s operations, my grandmother’s care (both with doctors and the like and with setting her up in an assisted living place near my mom), my daughters’ futures and a car for my ex.
      I would have a grand party where I got to meet all of my friends that I have made over the years both in real life and on the internet and where they could meet each other. I would pay for them to come of course. I would make an announcement where I tell everyone that everyone at this party was someone that I loved. Not everyone there has to get along, but if everyone there sees something good about me, then they should recognize that about each other as well as the fact that I see something wonderful about everyone there and treat each other accordingly.
      I would go and explore the world and take anyone with me who wanted to come. I would learn everything that I could and write it all down and start publishing stories (fact and fiction and somewhere in between.)
      And I would ask Libertad to marry me and to join me on the grand adventure, but if she said no, I would still love her and wish her the best.
      I hope that answers your question.

    Fuji apples should be ready when you get up here 🙂

  4. Winter
    What is your favorite thing about the first snowfall?

    • Re: Winter
      I love snowfall in general. First snow. Last snow. I always love it. Well, until I get bored and start pining for a change. Still, I love the way that it wafts through the air. I love the way that it feels. I love the way that it looks. I love the way that it sounds when you walk through it. *sighs*

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