Thought of the Week: Sunshine? I guess they missed where I’m from.

I spent fifteen years – grew up, actually – in the North of England. Apart from, perhaps, Finland, there are few places on earth that see so little of the heaven’s rays. Our exercise bike, maybe. This is what a good day looks like where I’m from:

Ah, the glorious Yorkshire skies.

It’s quite possible this has shaped my mood and disposition. I’m quite upset that the northeastern United States has so little rain; on a rare wet day, we found ourselves in a cute British teashop, speaking to the owner about the weather and feeling homesick. I find myself counting down the days to that odd day in Autumn when I can drive to work with the window down, breathing in the heady scent of damp and wet leaves, the first chill on the wind.

The original Sunshine Blog award looked a little canned, so I made my own. Hee!

So, it’s quite surprising, and not a little weird, that I’ve been nominated for the – wait for it – Sunshine Award by a good friend of mine! Apparently, my recent bouts of photo-posting has brought some sunshine into her life. I tried to say I didn’t mean it, but it seems to have done her good, so I’m leaving it.

Now, of course, I have to do all that awardy-type stuff that goes along with this and dying-cat chain emails. Now, Elyn didn’t particularly set any questions or weird-fact stuff for me, so – heh heh – I get to make up my own. Watch out.

 

Seven (or other) weird things you probably didn’t want to know about me:

1. I always wear black.

2. My wife, who buys my clothes, doesn’t know this.

3. I know far too much about Star Trek.

4. I’ve been to twelve countries. I never lived in any of the good ones.

5. I like to borrow things. I don’t like giving them back.

6. I love Disney movies, but don’t tell anyone.

7. I’m an excellent cook. My kitchen doesn’t know this, and continually foils me.

 

Ooh, and then there’s some questions…

Seven (or other) questions I have to answer snarkily:

1. Why do you blog?

Beats me. If you find out, let me know.

2. Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?

Yes. I just didn’t know I’d ever actually do it. I always figured I could get away with just feeling really, really bad about not writing anything, and then be famous after I died. Much of that sentence is still true.

3. What is your favorite form of entertainment?

Lying on the floor with my head positioned precisely halfway between two perfectly placed speakers with my eyes closed in the dark or on a cloudy day listening to a brand new album by Opeth.

4. What do you hate?

Hate is such a strong word; there are things I’m not comfortable with, but for the most part I feel like I’m pretty tolerant.

I hate British sausages. And the British who make them.

5. Why?

Because.

That sort of answers everything.

6. Do you remember that episode of The Outer Limits when it came on in the middle of the day when you thought it was going to be Scooby Doo and it started with a news report that we had received a signal from outer space, and it was the first definitive contact with aliens in history, and the world was going crazy and every single news channel was exclusively reporting this event, and that’s why Scooby Doo was interrupted…and you believed it?

Yes.

7. What would be your perfect day?

Night.

8. Will there be seven questions in this award questionnaire?

Yes.

 

And now, the ever-so-prickly issue of nominating other blogs. As with my previous (and only other) award, I really can’t bring myself to single out any particular blogger to suffer the fate of a sunshine award, so I will again direct your attention to the list of links at the bottom of this page: these people represent some of the finest blogging I’ve come across, and many have become good friends. Who needs Freshly Pressed?

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9 thoughts on “Thought of the Week: Sunshine? I guess they missed where I’m from.

  1. I like this post and I also like your revamped Sunshine Award . . . whaddootheycallem . . . badge?

    The Northeastern United States does, too, get rain. Just in greater quantities at once, and not spread out in drizzle over the course of days. Also, are you in the Northeastern United States??

    Also–don’t go to Colorado if you have lack-of-rain issues. Not only do they have forest fires and horrendous school-and-cinema disasters, but they get 300 days of sunshine a year.

    • Thank you! You are right about this part of the world; when it rains, it floods. I am indeed in the Northeastern US (that lovely state known as New Jersey).

      I’ll take your advice on Colorado! In fact, as I recall from my childhood in Oregon, the weather there is an awful lot like England – two weeks of glorious summer, and that’s all you get, thank you very much. That’s the place for me.

  2. I am guessing that congratulations are in order? AHH well it was very cool to to be nominated, and some of your pics are really cool. And you keep your weather and I will keep mine cuase if I dont like it, it will change in the next few minutes.

    • That’s a very good point. I ought to say how much I like the weather – then maybe we’ll get some cool showers!

      And thank you, of course.

  3. Ahh, Satis . . . What are we to do with you?!
    Trust you to take sunshine and turn it into rain!!! ☂☼☂
    Very much like that photo though. And your post. E ♡

    • Why, thank you, E! You know, think about what you get when you mix rain and sunshine! I am a rainbow of colors (all dark). Like Henry Ford – any color you like, as long as it’s black.

      In all honesty, however, thank you – I’m quite touched by your nomination, and I appreciate it: I’m glad to have brought some sunshine into your life.

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