...where there are hurricanes.
I do not want to live where there are tornadoes.
I do not want to live where there are tsunamis.
I do not want to live where there are forest fires.
I do not want to live where there are earthquakes.
I do not want to live where there are mudslides.
I do not want to live where there are blizzards.
I do not want to live where there is frostbite.
I do not want to live where there is heatstroke.
I do not want to live where there are avalanches.
I do not want to live where there are poisonous snakes.
I do not want to live where there are scorpions.
I do not want to live where there are deadly black widow or brown recluse spiders.
I do not want to live where there are sharks.
I do not want to live where there are alligators.
I so not want to live where there are crocodiles.
I do not want to live where there are lions.
I do not want to live where there are tigers.
I do not want to live where there are bears.
Oh, my!
Make no mistake. In spite of what you may have thought when you first read the title of this post, I do want to live. I just don't want to live where any of the hazards mentioned above are possible as I do not have a death wish of any sort.
i also dislike assault rifles, sharp knives, bows and arrows, and armed gangs in the streets.
In our country's pioneer days, I probably would not have been the adventurous sort. I probably would have preferred to remain back east in Philadelphia.
As further proof of my essential wimpiness -- I prefer the term good sense -- I also avoid skydiving, ziplining, the edges of cliffs, aerial cable car riding, rock climbing, and other things that could endanger life and limb. I am not all that fond of roller coasters either, although I have ridden them with my children, who enjoyed the experience far more than I did.
This post was undertaken in the interest of transparency in blogging since our politicians lately have been advocating transparency in political affairs, especially the political affairs of politicians in other parties.
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<b>Some of my earliest memories include...</b>
Seeing my mother wash the outside of the windows in our third-floor apartment at 61 Larch St. in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, by sittin...
If I may add a couple of thins... I do not want to live without indoor plumbing. I absolutely hate outdoor toilets. I do not want to live without a dishwasher. I can but I don't want to.
ReplyDeleteEmma, we had "four rooms and a path" from the time I was 7 until I was 17, and it's not that we finally installed indoor plumbing, but we moved. Perhaps I will post about the Things I Don't Want To Live Without....
ReplyDeleteWell I live in a place where there none of those things EXCEPT the first one you mentioned. We get hurricanes. Mind you they are rare and I think the strongest one on Lewis was in 2005 when speeds of 127mph were recorded (from memory). I lost my conservatory. Scotland had a bad one in 1968 with many killed and hundreds made homeless. Mind you we get plenty of storms which are not quite hurricanes.
ReplyDeleteGraham, don't say it out loud too often or you little island of near-paradise will be overrun with new residents. That's my prediction, anyway.
DeleteIn many ways, Bob, there is much to be said for Island life. Many of the youngsters are leaving and not coming back (they used to come back to retire) and they are being replaced by seekers after a New Life.
DeleteEven though I know that the Gulf Stream comes up your way, my overall impression of Lewis and Harris weather can be summed up in the world 'cold'...I suppose I am incorrect, though and that it could not be constantly cold because you are not in the arctic region. It's too bad about the younger crowd leaving.
DeletePray come to live in England, it does not have extreme weather and the only poisonous insects are not fatal. You would have to endure the consequences of electing what may well be the worst British government in history mind you but they can't last forever.
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting, Jenny. I believe this is the first time you have commented here. I have always been an Anglophile but I have spent less than 24 hours in England. It happened way back when in February 1969 when I was returning to the U.S. from a business trip to Sweden and wanted to say I had stepped foot in England.
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