GUESS WHAT...

The other day I came across a questionnaire in a magazine, as shown below. 

I thought I’d give thought to it and have a bit of fun.

Over the years I've often dreamed of guests with whom I would have liked to share my dinner table.  

Physically, I rarely share my dinner table with anyone these days because I no longer entertain the way I once did, or as often as I once did....but, on the other hand, in dreams it is okay to dream; and dreams cost nothing, unlike catering for a dinner party. 

However, in saying that, the days of dinner parties and luncheons were lots of fun.  Once upon a time, I entertained often, and grandly.  And, enjoyed doing so.

Part of the questionnaire in the magazine was the question -  “With whom would you like to share a dining experience”. 

Here goes...

If there were ten people, living or dead, I would invite to dinner, they would be:

Elma Flora Hay and Ivy Flora Hay (my late mother and late grandmother), Ayn Rand, David Bowie, Willie Nelson, Banjo Patterson, Abraham Lincoln, William Wallace, Gregory Peck, Harriet Beecher Stowe

A book that means a lot to me:   Atlas Shrugged

A movie that resonates with me:   The Horse Whisperer

A song that speaks to me:   A Bridge Over Troubled Waters

Someone who makes me laugh:   Me!

My worst fashion moment:   Right this moment!

The best thing about living:   Being alive

My worst habit is:  Impatience

The weirdest place I've been recognised is:   I was relief-manager in Normanton, in far north-west Queensland in the Gulf Country – on the very first day I arrived in the remote town I was recognised by a guest who was staying in one of the motel rooms at the pub...who was enjoying his dinner in the pub’s dining room!  He was a member of the Queensland Coast Guard, and recognised me from my time at the resort on Hinchinbrook Island!!  Unbelievable!   They cover a massive area, including outback cattle stations (aka “ranches” in the US).

The last time I cried was:  Yesterday....a day never goes by that tears don’t arrive...they’re running a bit late today....but they will come somewhere along the way. Tracks of my tears - as tears go by.....

My first job was:  I was a legal secretary in Gympie for the first five years of my working life.   Gympie was the town of my childhood and teen years.

If my house caught fire, the first thing I'd grab would be:  Remy and Shama, my two best mates...my two cats...and my computer.   Two “first things”, then a third...

Five years from now, I will be:   Who knows?  Not me....

My favourite toy as a child was:   My dolls...of which there were many

My secret skill is:  S orry...I don't know if I have a secret skill...this one needs more thought...perhaps I don't have one! Anyway, if I did have one and I told you what it was, it would no longer be a secret skill!  So, I guess my secret skill is keeping my secret skill secret....

You wouldn't know it but I'm no good at:   What a silly question!

My biggest regret is:   I leave regrets behind...I've had a few, but I try to move on from them, and mostly succeed....mostly....

I wish I had:  Total independence.  On the material side of things, I wish I owned my own little residence; one that I didn’t have to rent, making me dependent on others.  I don’t desire a big, fancy residence...just a little cabin, on acreage with no nearby neighbours, along with, perhaps, a view of the ocean.

I wish I hadn't:   Become waylaid this morning...I’ve not yet begun to do what I intended doing this morning!!  Oh! Well!   In the words of Scarlett O’Hara – “After all, tomorrow is another day....”!