Did I mention I love interviews?

Sigh of relief that WG didn't ask me anything too revealing, but then, is there anything left that someone out there does not know about me? Actually the answer to that would be yes, but that's all you're going to find out about that. I told a friend that I was hiding in plain sight by seeming to tell every detail about what I do and yet keeping my life essentially secret. So, on to the questions.

1. How has your relationship with your son changed since he became a parent? This has been subtle and is still evolving. No relationship stays static and ours certainly has not. The fact that he moved 3000 miles away and got married has made far more of an impact than the wee bairn however. I have had to steel myself to the reality that I will only be a blink on Sagan's radar, a picture on the computer once a week, not a real flesh and blood part of his life. That reality hit my son a short time before the baby was born and he called me in distress. I gave him all the comfort I could, but I cannot change the lives we have picked. In truth my first born and I have so close a bond that neither time nor place can alter it . It was forged in the years it was just the two of us. I adore my daughter in law for the wisdom to see all of that clearly. She knew it would be best for her marriage and life to move away, and I respect her for that more than she knows. I do wonder what it would have been like to see it all, to watch my son grow into the daddy thing, but that is not the life I got.

2. How did you come up with your cats' names? I don't have any cats actually, they all belong to my children. Also I have discovered that you cannot have one cat because they evidently have a psychic connection. I did bring the first cat home so I cannot blame anyone but myself. I found him dancing painfully on an asphalt parking lot in August. He hopped right into my car and announced he was mine. I named him DoWahKitty because “There he was just walking down the street singing do wah diddy ditty dum diddy do”. I sang it to him all the time. He's gone to that big litter box in the sky along with several others, Mr Doodle because that's what he did mostly, Mootsie, Cutsie and Tootsie, named by my then 12 year old daughter, and Sam, the first cat I really loved. I called him that because that was obviously his name. Currently we have, in order of age, Sweetie, named by my girl 17 years ago for unknown reasons. She has not lived up to her moniker. Little Kitty, half the size of a normal cat, soft grey and so sweet, but with no indoor manners. She lives in the garage with a cat window to egress the great outdoors. Then we have the Sailor Moon cats, all named by the girl. Tuxedo Mask is an enormous 35 pound black and white Mane Coon, gentle and a friend to all. Luna is a black short hair, the cat who would be king, and finally fluffy white sweet stupid lovable Artemis, everyones darling. Dianna. the other Sailor Moon namesake, got tucked in a sack and carried to Seattle where she lives contentedly with her boy as an only cat.

3.  How did you get into your field of work? Shit happens. I wanted first to be a ballerina but the two left feet and lack of grace got in my way. Next I thought about riding in the rodeos, but that was before I got on my first horse. They turned out to be really big and smelly and not especially good at taking direction. I picked myself up off the ground and went back to school. The degree in social work looked good for about five minutes but then I had this class with a Svengali of a teacher whose children I would have gladly borne, so I changed my major to Urban Studies. I never worked a day in that career but took a job in Management Engineering because I was able to convince someone in an interview that it was a related field. All the people at my job made less than the computer nerds, so I went back to school and got another BS degree in IT. I love BS degrees, but I hated the reality of programming. Who knew that is was big and smelly and not especially good at taking direction. I took some time off to have babies and while I was thinking about the future I realized that I had always been able to talk people into things easily. I walked into a call center and the rest is history. I talked my way to my current big high mucky, muck position and as long as I can just keep talking I'm solid. 

4. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? I have a superpower but I'm not telling you what it is. Hint: It is not talking, although some people think that when they first meet me. No, it's not about sex either although I've not had any complaints.

5. In your opinion, what is the most obnoxious color to paint a house? Purple. Not that I'm dissing purple mind you, but really, a whole house painted purple? Some really rich people in our neighborhood actually painted their half million dollar home lavender with purple shutters. It does not blend with the landscape.