I reckon I’m a blog maverick. I write what comes to mind, and that’s pretty unpredictable. Altho I’m not a multiple, I do have a variety of predilections, and I’m usually in a state of trying to get organized, and a number of my posts originate in old discards on their way to the trash, that I’d completely forgotten about. Tonight I found two sheets I’ll share: 25 Random Things About Me and Things I Love.
Because I don’t want to take up too much room I’m going to list the 25 things without numerals, a kind of run-on: Random Things About Me:
I played slot machines when I was little…An uncle shot himself in the foot in the Army…I fell in love at a Quaker conference…I like (love) ice cream…I has my appendix out…I love old hymns…I dislike most sea food…I was a safety patrol in the sixth grade…My father subscribed to The Daily Worker…I have Arthur Godfrey’s signature…I once vacationed at the Thousand Islands…I was once interrogated by the Military Intelligence…My mother eloped…I’m allergic to lanolin…My grandmother secretly read True Love Stories…I’m a closet chocoholic…I can’t swim…I once got so mad I held my breath until I passed out… Once I rang the bell at Christmas for the Salvation Army…I took dancing lessons…I have a photo of Laura and me with Pete Seeger…Once I drove the wrong car home from a parking lot…I used to love hearing my cousin playing Paderewski…I have a sense of humor…I once worked in a state prison…I once fell in a neighbor’s sewer ditch and had to be given a bath…I was once number one on the Miami Jackson tennis team…I don’t feel like counting again, so I hope I’m not too far off.
Things I love…Babies of all kinds and species…Roses and their smell…Searching for sea shells and sharks’ teeth…Sunsets…Mysteries of the universe…All the pets I ever had…The sound of breaking waves…Trip to Bountiful…My family…A beautiful voice…Handsome women and rugged men…Rocks…Weeping cherry trees in bloom…The smell of earth after a heavy rain…Old gnarled trees…Flea markets…The smell of my grandfather’s pipe tobacco…Good books…writing… making collages…scuppernongs and muscadines…archaeology digs…My grandmother Saa…
My son-in-law recently referred to me as “smart.” I don’t think so. I think the correct word is “quirky.”
YAY! I FOUND A PAGE FOR MY DIARY!
You see, I can’t read my own handwriting any more–besides, it takes soo long to get the letters on the page, so I’ve been trying to add a new page here, but forget as soon as I remember how. So, since I had just decided to update who I am, and had managed to start a different page (HOWDY), I managed to add a new title and drop the other. I hope to be writing another book, and I can’t post the portions as I go without losing the copyright, so I decided to follow my advice and start a new Journal containing whatever my former journal contained: thoughts, dreams drawings, etc.