Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
I decided, while thinking about what to write about on the blog today, that it might be an instructional exercise to come up with seven random things about myself, even though it was Ellen who was originally tagged with the meme.Â After all, we are in this blog together, are we not?
But first, a report on Rumpelstiltskin.
He is coming along very nicely.
Growing steadily.Â They just grow up so fast, don’t they?Â (As an aside, when Harvey was a little bitty baby, I would take him out to the grocery store or some such place, and more than once a complete stranger would say to me,Â ”Oh, don’t you wish they could stay that little forever?!”Â “OH MY GOD!”Â I wanted to scream.Â “The horror!Â The horror!”)
In a break from my usual pattern, I am holding steadfast to knitting on Rumpel.
I am determined to finish this shawl in time for the wedding.
1.Â Harvey and I are now blue belt,Â brown tip in Tae Kwon Do.Â We broke boards at our last testing.Â It was surprisingly easy–I was told beforehand by more than one person:Â “It only hurts if the board doesn’t break.”
2.Â I own 200+ cookbooks and baking books.Â This is a somewhat shameful admission which I trust you will all treat with due gentleness.
3.Â I bought this skein of hemp yarn
last weekend at the Yarn Barn in Lawrence, KS.Â I’m going to make a couple more dishcloths out of it.
4.Â When I was a little girl, I collected frogs–frog figurines, frog bookends, frog stickers….Â The last remnant of this charming obsession is a silver frog ring which my sister gave me years ago and which I have taken to wearing again.Â I realize now why I haven’t worn it very much–the only finger it fits properly upon is the ring finger of my left hand.
5.Â The oddest thing I have ever eaten is a smoked ant.Â It was crunchy and really, really salty.Â Sort of like a tiny little potato chip with tiny little legs.
6.Â When I was in the eighth grade, I lost the county spelling bee on the word “ankh.”
7.Â I memorize poetry, and when I’m by myself in my car (truck, actually) and don’t feel like listening to music, I recite said poetry.Â I feel certain that this either reveals me as a completely pretentious egghead, or reveals that I am charmingly oddÂ genius.
Here’s a sample:
The Snowflake Which Is Now and Hence Forever
Will it last? he says.
Is it a masterpiece?
Will generation after generation
Turn with reverence to the page?
Birdseye scholar of the frozen fish,
What would he make of the sole, clean, clear
Leap of the salmon that has disappeared?
To be, yes!–whether they like it or not!
But not to last when leap and water are forgotten,
A plank of standard pinkness in the dish.
They also live
Who swerve and vanish in the river.