What is your favorite flavor of ice cream? Do you prefer ice cream in a cup or cone? Do you criticize people who love strawberry ice cream? Would you rather live on the banks of the Brazilian Amazon or at the South Pole? Is your preference sitting in front of a warm, cozy fireplace or ice skating on a frozen lake under billions of stars on a cold January night?
Where were you when your first grandchild was born? Did you want to be a grandma, or did you make up another name like "nonie"? What stage of grandparenting is your favorite? Do you interact better with boys or girls? Is aging an adventure into the "Golden Years" or is it a curse? Do you really like yourself? Would you invite yourself to go with you on a trip around the world?
Are you irritated with all these questions? Is it because you really don't want to delve into yourself? Do you want to go outside and jump rope? Would you rather snuggle with a bichon puppy or run wild outside in pasture land where the wind blows free and hard against your body? Is there an urge to close out this blog and suck on a piece of Dove chocolate while sipping hot Gevalia coffee? Do you feel like pounding your chest because you feel like an empowered woman? Are you happy, sad, or relieved that this interrogation is over, at least for now?
(If you liked this, try reading The Interrogative Mood by Padgett Powell)
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