Dec 06 2007
Eight Tidbits
I was tagged by Marie Cecile of Soulful Longings to list eight things about myself or my habits, so here’s what popped up in my stream of consciousness. The real me. Transparency. It’s all about transparency, isn’t it.
1. I have a fondness for eccentrics.
2. I cannot attend serious, dignified events with people I like, because we end up in fits of giggles at highly inappropriate moments.
3. I really like the impact of short videos. You’ve probably noticed.
4. I like things to be balanced. For instance, if I walk into a wall and bump my right shoulder, I’d like to bump the left one too, just to make it even. I don’t, but I’d like to.
5. I cannot read upsidedown. I have a teacher-friend who can, and she says it comes in very handy on parent/teacher night. I’m not sure when it would come in handy for me.
6. I don’t care for licorice.
7. The power went out this week for a few hours. Seeing as how the house was fairly warm and I had no intention of doing anything even remotely resembling this, I rather enjoyed the peace and quiet.
8. I would leave the Christmas decorations up all year if they would let me. They won’t let me.
Very thankful that you like eccentrics.
Cousin Mike sat down beside me at the wake, looked around the room at all our elderly uncle’s friends come to visit one last time, and the pearl of sweet misery I’d half-expected — like a lone green jelly bean endured as is — was put away, sotto voce, in favor of his usual bounty of lesser colors enjoyed with a very serious, dutiful demeanor, “Don’t look now, JustMe Ann, but we are utterly surrounded by dinosaurs.” Shall I presume that comment would’ve done you in as well?
JM, my husband sat at an at home wake (the usual way of doing it here if you die at home). His uncle had died and he was sitting next to a friend of his. At one point he looked around at the people who were sitting in the chairs all around his uncle’s body: they were ALL widows! All 10 of them! he and his friend looked at each other and decided to go outside for a breath of fresh air…
//Joakim
God bless you, dear lady!
Pia, I don’t think my hubby would be tolerant of even the mini-nativity scenes on a year-round basis. For him, when Christmas is over, it’s over! Everything back in the basement!
Joakim, you’re a Christmas-man after my own heart!
Hi, Kristin. Glad to have lifted your spirits a bit, friend, because I know you’re going through a challenging period right now. So, you’re a black-licorice lover. I will hoard anything that comes my way.
Licorice, I mean. Kristin, I’m textually sending you a box of GoodnPlenty and a tin of Allsorts.
Ann, your description of your family made me remember that this started early with me, as well. In elementary school, we had to kneel, as a class, for the Morning Offering and other prayers, and everyday the teacher would pick one of us to lead the prayers. It didn’t matter who was picked, we’d all end up in fits of half-stifled laughter over something or other, invoking the ire of Sister-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless. And mercy wasn’t one of their prominent virtues, as I recall.
Lucy, you know what I really dislike about “black-tie” events, although I don’t attend many anymore. But I used to go to some art gallery openings, theatre stuff, and things of that nature, and I could never understand how you were expected to have your glass of wine in one hand, your little plate of cheese in another, and still be able to shake hands. Especially for a clutz like me. (I see I’m outnumbered on the licorice front. But yes, I do believe the red stuff counts).
(Or, if it’s a thin enough plate — most of them are these days — just hold it in your teeth. You know what happens to dishes of cheese in an escort’s hands..)