I’m not really a hippie.
This is not really a cahier . . .
The name for Hippie Cahier came about when I was trying out blog names using synonyms for ‘notebook.’
One day someone reminded me (again) of my “hippie-like tendencies” — I have long hair and a weakness for dangly earrings; I say things like “groovy” and “far out” and occasionally I forget that I am of a certain age and I skip or happy dance .
Later that day, while the hippie idea was still whirling dervishes in my mind, the French term for notebook came to mind and Hippie Cahier was born.
When I combined them I was thinking of the cowboy line (“yippee-ki-yay”), but someone later pointed out the famous use of that line in the Die Hard movies. (Parental advisory: you might want to turn down the volume and make sure the kids or boss aren’t listening before clicking that link. It’s not what you’ll usually find around here.)
If you catch me on a bad day, you might find there’s a little of that in me, but generally I’m the peaceful sort. Hippie Cahier, my friend.
Back then . . .
The 60s were my preschool years. I was a child and I liked flowers, but that doesn’t make me a flower child.
My wildest summer of love experience was being chased around the playground by a boy named Jeff, who smooshed a caterpillar down the back of my new maxi-dress, forever changing the way I felt about maxi-dresses and caterpillars. . . and Jeff.
About as wild as it gets is the occasional Nyquil-induced nap. An experience a few years ago, waking to see Abraham Lincoln’s reconstructed head spinning on the television screen, was all the break from reality that I can handle.
Rock ‘n’ Roll.
My life has been filled with music since I was very young. I like all sorts of music, including that of the original hippie generation. I listen to a lot of Bach, too, but neither of us was at Woodstock.
Now. . . .
I’m a former English teacher. I do other things now .
The thought does occasionally cross my mind to turn my office into an island because the characters around me are reminiscent of Lord of the Flies, but I probably won’t do that.
A few years ago I came into that place in my life where in most situations I choose to be fascinated and/or amused and only when necessary, just slightly annoyed. Some days that’s easier than others.
From time to time I feel like sharing those things that fascinate and/or amuse and/or annoy me and this is where I do that.
With a demanding day job and three hours a day commuting, I’m not able to keep up with blogging consistently. Sometimes I decide I’m done for good, but then I pop back in, because along with being fascinated and/or amused, I am consistently inconsistent. Please understand if I don’t comment on your posts or respond to comments immediately.
This is my fun place. The real world doesn’t get that sometimes.
My name isn’t really Debbie. That’s a whole other story, one that amuses me.
That’s me in a nutshell.
Also, I’m not really in a nutshell.
***This page was updated 05/2013. All comments that pre-date that are in response to the earlier version.***