Cee is having internet issues right now, so someone I never heard of until today has decided to step in and write questions. Embeecee from sparks from a combustible mind answered them (go read her answers here) which is how I learned about it. I’ll link to the original questions below.
Is your second toe longer than your big toe? Yes, yes it is. And contrary to popular belief, this has very little to do with psychology and everything to do with genealogy. In other words, it’s just something we get from our genes, like the color of our skin or eyes, or the ability to roll the tongue. Nothing strange or different about it. All of the men in my family, from my granddad down to my grandson have long toes. Like massively long toes. They could climb trees with those toes. Genetics. I don’t have long toes, but my second toe is longer than my big toe. I also have a little toe that curls under my “ring” toe. This also runs in my family. And I have super high arches and wide feet. Like, my feet length is size 7, but my feet width is size 8 1/2. It’s super hard to find shoes that fit. I hate buying shoes because it is an endurance trial. And I hate wearing them because they never fit. I always figured my toes were long and spread out because I hardly ever wore shoes — except when I had to. My hypothesis.
What happens when the dogs dream? Having never been a dog with a dog’s mind, I don’t know. I do know that something goes on in their little brains when they sleep because every single one of my dogs will growl, whine, snap, and bark while sleeping. Are they reliving the past before they came to live with us? Maybe, they’re living out their worst fears or best fantasies like we humans do when we dream. Or perhaps they’re just getting rid of the flotsam and jetsam of the day — again like we humans do when we dream. I have no idea. I’m not a dog. Physically, they twitch and, as I said before, growl and whine. Sometimes they snap and bark, but mostly they twitch. What I think is strange about my dreaming dogs is that the most submissive dog we have, Cocoa growls the most when he sleeps. Like, he’s fierce all curled up on the couch asleep, but when he’s awake, he’s the first to run and hide at the first sign of… anything.
What’s on your closet floor right now? Ha! I picked up the dirty clothes last night. 😛 But there’s still all kinds of papers and whatnot down there that I’m just not even gonna deal with. My bedroom is the one room that doesn’t really get a whole lot of attention when it comes to cleaning because I use it to sleep, and that’s it. Clothes get left where I drop them and I crawl into bed at night. I wake up, get dressed, and don’t give my bedroom a second thought. Who knows what the dogs have dragged into the bedroom? I don’t. And I’m not gonna look. It’s probably not that bad.
Name five books on your bookshelf. Here’s a picture of my “bookshelf”
That there is the mantle over my defunct fireplace. I have read the books sitting there. All of them. To pick five at random… there’s a book of Select Poems of Robert Frost from the early 1900’s, The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens also from the early 1900’s. Sing for your Supper Snoopy by Charles M. Schulz, A book about Literary Theory left over from my college days, and the book that started it all, The Family Doctor (I don’t remember the author) a book from the late 1800’s that has all kinds of medical advice for the average family home. It’s pretty great and started my interest in all things “old” and “advisory”.
I have other bookcases filled with the usual novels, cookbooks, and nonfiction, but my heart lies in these grammars and whatnot. I buy them when I see them and collect them to read and have. They’re not worth a damned thing monetarily, but I love them. If anyone is ever stuck on buying me a gift. Go to the thrift store, or any used book store, or even a library sale, and find old (early last century or older) grammars, school books, housekeeping books, or medical books. I will take those over just about anything any day of the week.
Name something that inspired you this week. So, I was in a lot of pain for about three days this past weekend. Like, If I had a sharp knife and knew what was causing this pain, I would cut it out right here and now kind of pain. That inspired me to get back on to my “good” eating diet again. So far, that’s working. Ha! But I’ll fall off the wagon again. I’m only human after all, and a bland diet is bland. It’s good for the gut, but bad for the taste buds. One can only live on chicken, eggs, and toast for so long. Okay, there’s a little more than that… but not much. But yeah, pain is a good instigator. Like, I stopped drinking coffee for a whole day. hahahahaha! I’m lying. I didn’t even make it a whole day. ^_^
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