Five things about me that you wish you didn't know!

My niece, Brianna, assigned the number five to me on FB and I will take her up on it --but use it on blog, not FB.   I don't even read the lists that people are putting out there.   If I really knew that person, I wouldn't have to read 142 excerpts on their life. 

But here's mine:

l.   I am the poorest, most uncomfortable driver in the world and haven't driven a car in three years.   Now I hire a driver if I want to go anywhere or people pick me up.  I didn't get a license until I moved to Cape and I drove the kids around when I was desperate, and I drove myself to work and back.   I realize it is a selfish act and I wish that I had forced myself to drive but I did not.  Regrets, yes.   Do I spend a lot of time regretting.  No.

2. I dread airplanes and traveling alone.  I have gone around the world but I had Joan with me who knows that I don't hear half of the things that people say and that I have a terrible time with anyone who has a dialect.   I have tried to tell Sara that time and time again before we make the trip to Durham but she does not have the same fears I have, is not 75 and has no problems being alone and making things happen.   I wish I could get in the car with a driver and go without the hassle of airplanes and relying on people that I am not used to relying on for daily needs and coping with what they think are irrational fears.

3.  I like to live and plan in my own daily world.   Some days I want to do all kinds of things; some days I am content to watch the news and get my hair done.   I like to retreat into my world and come out at my own choosing.

4.   I need the interplay of people in my life.  I draw life from them.   Occasionally someone will come by or call and say something that spurs me to continue in my quest for living.   I like positive people.  I detest family conflicts and those who thrive on stirring a pot of people who are tired and worn out and have gone through sad times.  

5.   I want to live out my life without being cynical or unkind.  I hate it when I fall into that kind of trap --My siblings played that game  --why, I will never know.   Our family had more breaks than any family I ever knew and why they played with the fire of cynacism and anger is more than I can ever know.   I will not dwell on that point --I ignore it when it happens ...most of the time!

OK, Brianna, that is it for me!   I took your number and ran with it!