I don’t usually do memes (I don’t really have a reason why not), but I’ll do this one which I was tagged for.
When I started drafting this post, I ran into trouble. Apparently under the mental category of “about me” I also include information about Husband and Baby; it seems they’re a part of my identity. But here is some highly scintillating stuff just about me.
1) I can’t wear socks to bed. I can be puttering around besocked all day with no trouble, but as soon as I sit down on the side of the bed, the socks must come off.
2) One of my favorite, rarely enjoyed, pleasures is, freshly showered, to snuggle naked in bed and read for an afternoon. Almost never happens.
3) When I was fifteen my mother and I spent the summer in Ireland where we stayed in bed and breakfasts and university dorms and convents. I stole a small piece of artwork from one convent and have it to this day. It’s somewhere in the attic.
4) Uh, this is remarkably difficult. I’m having a hard time coming up with stuff. Okay, on the first day of kindergarten some dog (from where I don’t know) jumped up on me and I refused to go back. I started the next year instead.
5) I have a thing for antique-looking globes and maps. They’re the motif of my living room. I can count nine just from where I’m sitting here on the couch. One is a globe liquor cabinet kind of thing, a clock, art, doohickies on the mantel, and whatnot.
6) My favorite color is periwinkle, my favorite flower is the gardenia, my favorite game is Life circa 1956, or maybe Mudslide Monopoly, which is when you get drunk on Mudslides and then play Monopoly. I only ever play these games at the beach.
7) I think one reason I wanted to have a child so intensely from a rather young age was because I was (am) an only child. I just wanted some company! And my family has conspired to keep me an only child even though my parents remarried: they chose people who had no children and either wanted none or agreed to forgo them.
