In-flight questions

Himemoana Baker wrote a post on the questions that exercise her, Ashleigh Young responded with questions currently circling and confessed a wish that there would be more questions and more responses prompting more questions. Now I want that too, of course. Great flapping bats.

At my work we have in-flight projects and I liked the wings of it and extrapolated and called other live, currently happening things at work in-flight but discovered it made no sense to anyone but me. It is the sort of mistake you make with a language that is not your mother tongue. Only Projects, I discovered, could be In-flight. Until now, and here, ten questions that haven't yet landed.

1. Why does eating raw cabbage remind me of my childhood more than eating any other food?
2. What happened to Heidi Willoughby? I met her on a three month exchange in Tasmania. Over there art history had a third practical component and we shared an art space and I bluffed being the sort of teenager who took art. She was good. We wrote letters for a few years, collaging our envelopes, photocopying poems, questioning lyrics, counselling each other - the whole bit. Her handwriting was an interesting mixture of upper and lowercase. Rebellious. Though I never got an Australian accent I still write Heidi style. There is a Heidi Willoughby in Alabama who advertises breast pumps.
   
3. Does anyone get lost these days unless they want to be?
4. Where is Alexandra's pack? Where is my watch? Where is the cut glass necklace that was once my grandmother's?
   
5. The terribleness of adolescence. What is the one thing I could say to my girls now that would make them not mind so much?
   
6. When Maggie was 4 and said we needed to unk, grate and put the colour in, what was she talking about? 
7. If everything that went before determines everything else (something I can't argue with) and we have no control over anything, why do I, all the same, feel so tormented by my decisions?
8. Why did I let that well-meaning man talk me out of using the word fucking in a poem? 
9. Will I ever go to a loud gig again and not have my almost overwhelming reaction be nostalgia for the times I used to go to loud gigs all the time?
10. Why was I so frightened by the pottery we went to yesterday?