Meme thingy...

Oh my goodness… I have been tagged for a meme by Ozzilyn Bean. I don’t even know what that means…a “meme.” Where did the term come from? Is it a bastardization of memo or memory or what? That doesn’t make sense... As a rule I am not a gameplayer. When I espy one of these things on someone’s blog, especially if they say something about looking for someone else to tag, I take off running and don’t come back for a little while until it’s all gone and safe again. I hate ‘pick one’ kinds of things because they’re never the things I would pick one of and I particularly hate anything that asks me to prioritize my answer by numbers of 1 to 5, or 1 to10. Quizzes that ask me to answer certain questions never ask anything I would find relevant or else they ask in such a way I can’t figure out how to answer since it either doesn’t apply to me or it’s asking for black or white when I see gray. I never answer surveys unless it’s something I absolutely can't avoid, like a doctor’s health quiz or something (and even then I balk). I have often wondered what I’d do if tagged for one of these game things and the answer I always gave to myself…quit blogging. But here I am now with a dilemma and I guess I shall have to soldier on and comply since I like Ozzilyn Bean…

As I understand it, the rules are: to choose five things from this list to expand upon and then add one more category to the list and pass it along to some other unsuspecting soul. My problem right now is this…if I comply and then choose someone else to foist it upon, that would make me fair game for them to hit me back with something else sometime later and I sure don’t want that. But then, most other people don’t seem to share my aversion to these things so maybe “whomever” will answer their challenge and that will be that. I don’t much cotton to fantasy games, books or movies. I’m 60 now so I don’t indulge much in ‘what ifs’ because I’m struggling to keep up with the ‘what actually ares.’ Life is keeping me amply supplied with those right now. I have found that advancing age doesn’t take away your dreams but it places limits on your choices and time to fulfill those dreams. It’s a whole ‘nuther ballgame…

Anyway, for Oz:

If I could be a scientist…

If I could be a farmer…

If I could be a musician… I would be able to speak the universal language and communicate with everyone. I could be a conduit to carry the sound of the spheres. If I could be a musician I could channel love through my instrument and touch the hearts of others and bind souls together. If I could be a musician I could well and truly speak…

If I could be a doctor… I could heal and ease the pain of others. I could fight against sickness and disease and pain and improve the health of others. I could help to put some quality back into their lives and maybe replace some of their despair with hope. If I could be a doctor I might have a chance to act positively for others and give them a useful gift of my time and skill and it would be a gift for me also…

If I could be a painter… I could create, create, create… I could use all those marvelous colors of our dreams and make things of beauty to move people and uplift them. I could take my dreams and render them real for all to hold if they so desire. If I could be a painter I could capture that spark I see in others without blowing out their flame and enhance that flame to ignite others who suffer poverty of spirit. If I could be a painter I could push back some of the darkness that surrounds us and let some light through…

If I could be a gardener…

If I could be a missionary…

If I could be a chef…

If I could be an architect… I’d love to be an architect! It’s the ultimate creative experience because you can provide shelter and practical function while assuaging your artistic nature. If I could be an architect I could do something useful while making great art. I would be like Frank O. Gehry, whose architecture is like giant sculpture. I love it! Or I could be like Buckminster Fuller who dreamed of sheltering people while setting their spirirts free to dream and roam. He believed that plants should have roots while people should be free to develop and be able to take their housing with them, or at the least, have less maintenance to enslave them. He wanted to make shelter practical but affordable for many. I could be like Frank Lloyd Wright who created what he called ‘organic architecture,’ organic education and conservation of the natural environment and who created Taliesen and Taliesen West, an enclave dedicated to the education of architects. Glorious stuff! Oh yes, I could be an architect…

If I could be a linguist…

If I could be a psychologist…

If I could be a librarian… I’d be surrounded by peace and quiet and erudition and would probably be very happy. I’d try to find different ways of getting folks in the library habit so as to arm everyone with ‘keys to the universe.’ If I could be a librarian maybe I could help to wipe out illiteracy and empower people with knowledge…

If I could be an athlete…

If I could be a lawyer…

If I could be an inn-keeper…

If I could be a professor…

If I could be a writer…

If I could be a llama-rider…

If I could be a bonny pirate…

If I could be an astronaut

If I could be a world famous blogger… You mean I’m not? Sniff…

If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…

If I could be married to any current famous political figure…

If I could be a show dog owner…

If I could be a fictional character…

If I could be a species other than human…

If I could be a funeral director…

That last category was my addition…ha, ha, ha, ha, ha… So, this then is my meme. I now turn you over to Heather because I think she likes these things. (I hope I’m right…)