It's Friday, I'm hungry -- time for the Friday Feast!
Tell about a toy you remember from your childhood.
I distinctly remember the day I acquired my teddy bear, Marvin. I was seven. Mom had taken my sister and me on an extra-special shopping trip all the way downtown to the flagship branch of Woodward and Lothrop, an immense, eight-story department store. We had clown sundaes (hmm, maybe that's where I got it from) in the tea room and shopped for Easter dresses and shoes. In the toy department, I saw a big display of lovely teddy bears -- about eight inches tall, in many different colors -- and I needed one in that way that seven-year olds need things.
Mom must have seen the look of longing on my face, because she let my sister and me pick out a bear. I picked the pretty blue one; my sister picked the pink. They were awfully expensive -- four dollars each! Isn't it funny how you can remember such tiny details? And yet I can barely remember what I had for breakfast this morning.
Anyway, I slept with Marvin almost until I started sleeping with men. I still have him, in fact. He's faded to a bluish-gray, and his paws have been repaired many times, and he needs a stuffing transplant. But I still have him. Is that weird?
If you could make one thing in the world absolutely free for everyone, what would it be?
Food. Let's get that bottom rung of the hierarchy taken care of.
Approximately how many times per day do you think about your significant other?
A bazillion. (Hi, honey!!)
What is something you believe in 100%?
Gravity. The proof's in the boobs.
Name one thing you have done this week that you would consider a "good deed."
I suppose the biggest thing was taking Mom to check out a nearby assisted living facility. She's still considering it -- she asked me this morning if I thought she should go back and show the place to my brother. It's interesting, this approach/avoidance dance she's doing with moving to the next level of care. I wonder if I'll go through the same dance when it's my turn.