One of the reasons why I love New York City is the old-timey architecture like that in the photo. I have a preference for interesting buildings, not the glass and chrome monoliths that were so popular a few decades ago.
Of course, I prefer to be firmly on the ground. I have an innate distruct of architecture and don’t like it when building sway. My husband says it’s better for them to sway in a strong wind then to stand solidly. But I don’t like it.
I’m not interested in arguments for architecture and how safe the buildings are. I don’t like being above the fifth floor. No, it doesn’t make sense. Yes, I know it’s illogical. I’m okay with that.
It’s terra firma for me. Sonja
There are quite a number of lizards that hang out in my backyard. There must have been a large hatching in the easeway because they pull themselves over the top of our wall and saunter across the yard.
I think the sauntering is on purpose because Guinness the Therapy Dog and Lucy the Wonder Dog.
They go crazy when ever one of the lizards just strolls by the French doors with their devil-may-care attitude. I think I even saw one do a swishy thing with its tail to taunt them.
The dogs bark and bark, and stare at the lizards. The lizards slow down a little. The barking increases in volume and pitch. The lizards slow even more, knowing they have the dogs’ attentions.
It’s a funny game.
I enjoy it.
Guinness the Therapy Dog also talks to them. I imagine he says something like, “Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing?”
He’s a very curious guy.
Is there anything that you want to do, or someone you want to meet? Sonja
It’s time to celebrate your leftiness!
Today is International Lefthanders Day, so all you folks who don’t quite fit into the righthanded world can celebrate your oddity. (I am one of you!)
I was born left-handed and then trained to be right-handed. Subsequently, I am ambidextrous, which is very fun. I do things with my right hand (handwriting) and some things with my left hand (reaching). When I’m playing sports that require handedness, I start with my right and then go left when I get tired.
Are you a leftie or a rightie?
I’m glad I write with my right hand, which made for an easier schoolday experience. (I say easier because school was always a socially difficult place for me-scholastically, I did well.) I remember seeing lefties trying to use those desks with the half-table attached to the chair, and how difficult it was for them. Or they had to go sit at the weird left-handed desk, which marked them as ‘not normal’ (which is worse than being ignored).
Yes, I am glad I was made to write with my right hand.
Lefties of the world unite! Sonja