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Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.


Mount Wellington, as seen from Geilston Bay High School. July 2013.


A relaxing Q and A today, the Sunday Brunch Meme.


1} Which do you prefer in the am: Coffee or tea?

Coffee. In the event of a terribly sore throat and onset of the flu, I'll take a lemon and ginger tea please.


2} Work has been cancelled on the spur of the moment: Clean house and do errands, or just fun things?

If the house needs cleaning, I shall do that first. Duty calls!


3} Middle of the hot summer, vacation at: Mountains or Beach?

Beach, beach and even more beach!


4} You have to travel at a leisure speed: Train, plane or car?

Train. I love the train.


5} To relax: A movie or a book?

A book. I've not patience for a movie.


6} What kind of pets? Dog, cat, bird or fish.

From the list, a fish. Preferably a large, man eating fish.


7} Dream home: Hardwood floors or carpeting?

I like to look of hardwood floors, but carpet is better for living in.


8} a fun activity: cards, bingo or blogging?

Break out the blog!


9} First date: Dinner, movie or a hike?

A hike. It should sort out any time wasters.


10} The first Kiss: peck on the cheek, or a long romantic one?

An awkward standing-there-like-a-stunned-mullet one, I would guess.

Comments

Roddy said…
I am in Queensland. North Queensland as a matter of fact. It is cooler up here at present, but I still miss the snows of home.
Kris McCracken said…
It doesn't snow in Burnie.

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