At Least I Didn't Jump On Her Couch

Angie of Antics with Angie interviewed me last week and she was not afraid to ask the hard-hitting questions, Barbara Walters style.
Anyone have a hanky?

Angie: If you had to lose one of your five senses, which one would you give up?
Heidi: There are times where I’ve been accused of losing all of my senses – or at least all of my sense. I just can’t pick one of the basic five, but I could give up my sense of direction? With a good GPS, I wouldn’t need it anyway.

Angie: If you were to be recognized by posterity for one thing, what would you like to be known for?
Heidi: Honestly, I would be thrilled if I was remembered for being kind. Kindness is a trait I really value in others and try to have myself.

Angie: If you could, in retrospect, change one thing about your childhood, what would it be?
Heidi: My childhood years consisted lots of tears, turmoil, and hurt. But I also was blessed with a lot of freedom. Time to play outside. To be a part of the wonder of sleeping out in the backyard or watching a garden grow. Finally being big enough to ride my bike to the store and buy candy with coins found in the couch.
And I know I was loved. Still am, as a matter of fact.
I don’t dwell on what went wrong. There is nothing I can change, and all of it: the good, the bad, and the ugly are building blocks that make me, me. Which is someone I happen to like.

Angie: If you could dine alone with anyone from any period in history, which person would it be?
Heidi: What meal? I think it would be great to have breakfast with Charles Dickens. Just for fun, I’d order oatmeal, only we’d call it gruel. I would allow him to have more than one bowl, if he said please.
If it was lunch, I’d have it with Laura Ingalls Wilder. We could take tin lunch pails full of biscuits and apple pie to an old school yard. After we ate, we could play catch with an inflated pig bladder.
I’d have tea (herbal for me, please) with Jane Austin, of course, complete with gossip over who would make good couples and how much money everyone makes.
Mark Twain would join me for a traditional southern dinner -fried chicken and ham and cornbread and greens. We’d talk about everything from modern forensics to who really wrote Shakespeare’s plays. We would not discuss religion.
Speaking of Shakespeare, he’d be great to share a decadent dessert with. But I’d have to warn him to watch his mouth. Let’s not be too bawdy, please. I am a married woman.
Is it odd that all of those people are writers?

Angie: If you could be the personal assistant to any famous person alive in the world today, who would you choose and why?
Heidi: I’d rather not assist any of them. Famous people are too temperamental.

I believe that everyone has a story to tell. I’d like yours. Will you let me interview you?
Here is what you do:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. (I get to pick the questions).
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
It will be just like being a celebrity. Except without the fame, money, multi-million dollar endorsements, paparazzi…

Oh, and speaking of celebrity, I called my big sister Saturday evening and indulged in a bit of sister-talk.
Is the title “big sister” insulting when you are adults? I don’t think I’d want to be referred to as big in any context. And just for the record she’s not big. Just older…than me. Is that any better?
Anyway, my big sister Julie mentioned that several of her church friends are enjoying my little romance. It came up at a meeting of their women’s group.
She said she almost felt like the sister of a celebrity.
[blushing] Hee!
So I’d like to give a shout-out to all my Bonanza readers. (Hi Kay!)
Yes, the town really is called Bonanza. No, Hoss does not live there. But Little Joe might. I’ll ask.
Thanks for reading. The next episode will be up later in the week.