|Cholla (pronounced "choya") cactus flower, taken in at Crystal Cove State Park, California|
In the meantime, my fan club* has lamented that I haven't posted in a while, so here's a little something to tide you over.
Quite some time ago, I discovered Quora, an online forum for asking opinion-based questions.
Unlike, say, Ask.com, it doesn't try to save people from flexing their Google muscles. Rather, it invites people to pose their "dropping off to sleep" or "shower" questions: those things that pop into your mind while you're not quite awake and your mind wanders free.
Like this one: In countries with ambient temperatures below 0˚C, like Canada and Russia, what makes water not freeze in the public pipelines network to homes?
Good question, right? There are already 19 answers to the question.
Other questions have a more philosophical bent. My husband is a frequent participant on discussions related to theology, faith, and Christianity.
I subscribed to Quora, and receive a periodic bulletin that I almost always read because the information is quirky and sometimes funny or useful.
Very rarely, I actually post an answer to a question. One of those questions was:
What is the worst feeling in the world?
I answered it almost two years ago with: Having one's child attempt or commit suicide.
Having answered the question, I now receive an update whenever someone else provides an answer or comment.
At first, I was appalled at what I perceived as the shallowness of others: slow internet connection, broken cell phones, rejection from something you want (like a job). Even the disappointment of biting into a chocolate-chip cookie, only to discover it has raisins instead.
Seriously? I thought, That's the worst feeling you can imagine? Well, then, I hope that's the worst life ever gets for you.
So I kind of stopped paying attention, until recently. There were plenty of people who were broken by lost romantic loves and rejection. Others were undone by career failures. A surprising number were devastated by having disappointed their parents.
I've hurt the only woman in my life who loved me and all of my shortcomings: my Mom.Some were eloquent.
When you treat some person like the entire book of your life.If you're looking for an interesting way to while away a little time, check it out.
That person knowingly/unknowingly treats you as just another page of his/her life.
* My "fan club" is also known as "my husband."