A few things

I had to borrow a friend’s pickup truck recently, and he was very concerned that I might not be able to drive it very well. I had to reassure him that because of how much I used to travel, I probably had driven a couple of dozen different cars or trucks that were totally foreign to me. And because some of that travel was outside this country, they were quite literally foreign. He seemed to be OK with that, and I had no problems driving his truck. But the truth is that I’ve always been rather proud of an innate ability to handle machinery: big, complex, mobile machinery. In addition to a very wide variety of cars and trucks and motorcycles, I’ve driven tractor-trailers and forklifts and tanks and bulldozers and excavators, all without lessons. I even know how to drive a nuclear submarine. I realize that I didn’t tell my friend any of that, though, because I fell into the trap of seeing that ability as a “guy thing”. However, my abilities don’t change whether I’m masculine or feminine. If I don’t want other people to categorize me, then I'm thinking I damned well shouldn’t do it to myself.

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I am amazed yet again at how well chocolate cake and brownies both go with Mexican beer. (Oh, yes, they do!)

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Despite trips to the frozen north in the dead of winter, I’ve never seen an auroral display, and I’d really like to. I’ve never had to worry about paying taxes on a million dollars, either.