I found these questions here, and as I have signed up for the second year running, I thought I’d answer them.
Are you signed up for the A to Z Challenge?
Yes, I am, and I managed to complete it last year, so should be easy this time. Maybe.
What is your sign-up number?
I’m at number 209: Miriam – An de walls came tumblin down
Are you ready? If yes…explain yourself.
I have my theme and I’ve decided what to write about for each letter. I haven’t actually written the posts yet, but I don’t need to do that in advance, do I?
If you’re not ready…what’s your excuse?
There is something I should start doing, though. I need to take a few photos. But there’s still time for that. I hope.
You can answer the questions, too.
Three days ago, someone I follow on Twitter retweeted a competition announcement by Writers & Artists (@Writers_Artists). Contestants had to write a Twitter story using the word disguise and the hashtag #flashtwiction. So I wrote one:
20:30 “A thief! Brilliant disguise! Come in.” 23:30 “So, madam. You opened the door and welcomed him in. Is that right?” #flashtwiction
I didn’t expect to win it and didn’t even wait to find out who won. Just today, I happened to press the right button to discover that I was one of two winners and they’re going to send me a copy of Writers’ & Artists’ Yearbook 2012. Isn’t that exciting?
That’s me on the left – with Robin, Myriam and Lisa
A common feature of social anxiety involves the person worrying so much about an event beforehand that they do their best to avoid it. Fortunately, or otherwise, I’ve never done that. I’ve explained my behaviour by saying that my desire to be with people is greater than my anxieties. I could also explain it as stupidity. Why else would I keep coming back for more?
That is not to say that I didn’t enjoy the Scavenger Hunt that I attended on Friday in the Jewish Quarter of the Old City of Jerusalem. Most of it was fun and I enjoyed meeting all the other participants. I was also amazed to discover how much there is to see in such a small area, and how much I’ve missed, despite having been there many times before.
What was hard was answering the questions, especially the ones that required opinions, but fortunately the other members of my team made up for my shortfalls.
I won’t go into detail about what we saw, because that has been done excellently by Lisa and Amit and Hadassah and Sharon.
As I’m sure you won’t have my problems, I can heartily recommend going on a scavenger hunt instead of an ordinary tour. If you’re planning a visit to Jerusalem, here’s the place to find out more information.
It’s a feature of getting older. We look back more. That’s not surprising – we have more to look back to.
Today, Rosalind Adam tweeted: Today’s date is the old Police HQ number Whitehall 1.2.12.
It was something we often heard on the radio: “The police are looking for….If you know of her whereabouts, please contact your nearest police station or dial Whitehall 1212.”
Rosalind’s tweet triggered tweets about nostalgia and had me singing a song that’s popular here:
I couldn’t find a translation. I suppose that means I’ll have to do it myself.
I knew that you’d come
As the evening comes you lie in wait
And give me an old hug
What we’ve forgotten, you’ll remind
Washing my memory with light
Taking me back
To beautiful days
When we still had places to go to
We watched the sunset
We promised we wouldn’t change
But then time passed
And wanted it different
We look back and remember
I knew that you’d come
Exactly when no one is here
And stroke my hair
Didn’t it used to be better
Or is it just the present
That looks so pale
My folk dancing instructor, Boaz, created a lovely dance to this song, which is why I know it so well.
And talking of nostalgia, in one month from now, it will be exactly a decade since something very special happened to me. I want to celebrate it on my blog, but haven’t yet thought of a way to do it. Hopefully, I’ll think of something by then.