The one he found that he fancied was Admiral David Farragut's "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" We talked about what it meant. It was perfect essay fodder. Daddy for the win.
A lot of my LJ friends are answering a question every day. And still others talk about how much they enjoy them. I feel like I get up, I swim, I sew or knit, I watch the baseball game, I write a sentence about each and then I do it all again the next day. I like recording the mundane but I think I'd like more. I had a great time when celluloid_jam asked me what it was like growing up way back when. I'm always open to any questions anyone has - at least I like to think I am.
I've tried writing prompts before and can argue for and against. But, I figure it's time to try some more. These are random and will probably die out soon enough. Plus, if I don't like the question, I'll just change it or my answer. I said random, I meant random.
What is the weather like? How does it make you feel?
I bitch about the hot weather enough. It's hot out today. One of the weather peops just tweeted it is 88 degrees out. Hot weather makes me stupid. Lethargic, sweaty and uncomfortable with a total lack of interest in anything. But, here in the Northwest, if you stay in the shade, it is rarely uncomfortable. My living room faces east. I just went out onto the terrace to put something away and it was actually very nice out. Shady with a little breeze. No humidity. Most people in the United States today would say it was heaven out there right now. I'm not going to turn off my A/C or go outside, but at least I do know it's not horrible.
Plus, I was raised in the south. With no air conditioning at all. I was 16 before we had any air conditioning in our house. Or ceiling fans. We once got a car with air conditioning but it was horrible and neither Mother or Daddy would ever turn it on. I survived. I just don't know how.