The Monday Minute questions for today are...
- Who is your "what-if" person? ("what-if" as in "what if I'd married him instead?") - Oh....no. NO, no, no, no, NO. If I were to share my "what-if" person, I would get into SSSOOOOOOOOOOOOO much trouble from SSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many people that I'm just NOT gonna go there. Sorry. So how about a Fantasy What-If? Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise.
Yes, what if I was Mrs. Captain Jean-Luc Picard? We all know that it's lonely out in space (at least that's what Elton John says in Rocket Man), and Captain Picard could certainly use a strong, passionate, intelligent woman to be his rock, his shoulder to cry on, the wind beneath his wings. So to speak. I could be that woman, I could understand the stress of command, the excitement/fear of combat, the exhilaration of exploration. And anyway, bald turns me on.
- What is your nickname? I have no nickname. Sometimes men and/or lesbians try to call me "Gretch". Which is so attractive. And leads to Gretch the Wretch. Or we could go with Stretchen Gretchen or Retchen Gretchen. Equally attractive. So...no nickname. Though my sweet Daddy used to call me Pinkle. Not sure why.
- If you could choose how you die, how would you like to die? Many years ago, a friend of mine told me that if she could choose her own death, she would want to be the victim of a political assassination. Isn't that impressive? It was so loaded with drama! First of all, she'd have to be in some sort of position of authority, somehow making a difference in changing the world. She envisioned herself giving a powerful, moving speech, being taken out by an assassin's rifle, then dying in the arms of her many followers while thousands mourned. I'm afraid that my choice would be a bit more banal. I would like to die like Gaynell. Gaynell was Mama's best friend in her later years. When Mama died, Gaynell took a special motherly interest in me, and always called me and worried after me. When Gaynell was in her late 80's, she had a massive and debilitating stroke. She chose not to go on life support, but to just accept what she saw as God's will and go when it was her time. Her family brought her home, dressed her in her prettiest pink nightgown, put her in her bed, surrounded her with all her favorite things - classical music, flowers, pictures of family, scented candles, and waited for her to die. It took about a week. Every day, all of her friends came by and told her goodbye. Through an amazing and fortuitous coincidence (well, I think it was through the hand of God), I was in Austin that week, and was able to go by and say goodbye to her. We talked about how much we both missed Mama, and she told me she'd see her soon. We both cried and we said goodbye. She died softly in her sleep about three days later, surrounded by her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. THAT'S the way to go.
- If you could have named yourself, which name would you have picked? All my childhood, I hated my name. Too odd, too hard to spell, too foreign. You have to remember that this was at a time when everybody wanted to be named Susan or Linda. My parents told me that they almost named me Julie, but changed their minds. Which I was okay with until Bobby Sherman came out with "Julie, Do You Love Me?"...
Bobby Sherman...sigh...And I spent many nights crying myself to sleep over the unjust tragedy that was "Gretchen". Because no one would EVER right a song about Gretchen. But now I like it. People usually remember it. Would I have named myself Gretchen? Nah, but I'm not really sure what I'd have chosen. In my childhood secret fantasy life, I used to think of myself as "Carly". Which I thought was sporty a sexy and sophisticated and confident. So, I guess that would be what I'd have named myself. Wait? I don't think there's a "Carly" song either. Well, I'll get back to you . Any ideas?
- Who were you named after or for what reason did your parents choose your name? According to Mama, Daddy came up with it. And it wasn't until after she fell in love with the name that he admitted that he'd had an old girlfriend named Gretchen. Hah! So I guess I was kind of named after Daddy's old girlfriend. But since Gretchen is German for Margaret, I like to think that I was named after my precious Aunt Margaret.
Alright, that's it for Monday. Run over and say hi to Ian.