Dumb stuff came to mind. Like, "What's your favorite color?" (Not kidding. That was before I drank my Diet Coke.) Then my brain starting swarming with all sorts of questions about men, but let's face it, they might be better answered on a different blog.
So just like I do whenever I have to figure something out, I headed up the hill. I waved to George as he tiled his house. I chatted with David about finding film work. I stopped at Felicia's and discussed the best way to keep critters out of her garden.
I love my neighborhood. I love the fact that I don't need to join a gym because these hills kick my butt better than any treadmill ever has. I love the banana trees, the giant hills, and the contrast of a Bavarian house with turrets next to a Mediterranean style home.
The smoke has cleared. (At least here. I send many prayers to the people who have lost their homes.) And I stopped to enjoy the view and realized that today's question was obvious:
What do you love about where you live?