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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

8 things

July 3, 2007

I've been tagged by Granny J.
Here are the rules she gave me:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each participant posts eight random facts about themselves.
3. Tagees should write a blogpost of eight random facts about themselves.
4. At the end of the post, eight more bloggers are tagged
5. Go to their blog, leave a comment telling them they're tagged.

I don't think I know 8 bloggers well enough to tag them. And it seems to me that I have done something similar in the past. But I guess I can try to come up with 8 random facts. I'll think in chronological order (as far as that goes).

8 facts about me...

1. I don't remember anything before I was about 5 years old. Some people say they remember being born. Hmm. I just recently wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that I was born with an astigmatism and nearsightedness and maybe I couldn't see anything past the end of my nose until I got glasses, which was when I went to kindergarten and couldn't see the blackboard, and so, because I couldn't see anything, I didn't remember anything? Thanks goodness I could see up close because at least I learned to read by the time I was 4 or 5. Or so I'm told - I don't remember.

2. I remember thinking I was lost in the woods when we lived at CFB Petawawa when I was in grade 2 (that was about 1965). In retrospect, the woods weren't very deep and they covered a hillside that sloped down to a golf course. But one day I was out exploring things with another little girl and we got into the woods and floundered around in there. I stepped in a puddle and soaked my white ankle sock in mud - I think the worst part was wondering what my mother would do to me when I got home and showed her the sock. Anyway, the other kid and I found our way out and went home. I think I rinsed my sock out in the sink and stuffed it into the laundry basket without saying anything. I never did know if Mum found out. Mum?

3. When I was in grades 3, 4 and 5, we lived in the States. My Dad was an exchange officer who was learning about how the U.S. military did things like support and logistics. We lived at Fort Lee, Virginia and I went to local schools there. Years later, it occurred to me that every day that I went to school, I not only said the Lord's Prayer every morning, but I pledged allegiance to the American flag! I asked Mum about it (I was probably in my 20s when I did so) and said, "how could you let your children pledge allegiance to a foreign flag?" and she replied, "It didn't hurt you did it?" And she was right. Even today, when someone starts up the pledge of allegiance, my right hand heads to my heart and I know all the words.

4. Also when we lived in Virginia, we had a little sailboat. One day, when we were out sailing on the Chesapeake Bay, some dolphins appeared and surfed on our bow wave. Since the boat was only 21 feet long, we could almost lean out over the side and touch the dolphins. They were unafraid and would roll on their sides a little to have a better look at us. It only lasted a few minutes, but it's a memory for a lifetime.

5. When I was in grade 6, we lived in Kingston Ontario and I walked in the Miles for Millions march that summer. It was 27 miles (before we went metric) and that day, it rained the whole day. I wore the equivalent of Keds - an unsupported running shoe. I walked the entire 27 miles and I couldn't get out of bed to walk the next day.

6. When I was in grades 9 and 10, we lived at CFB Borden and the big thing at our high school was Reach for the Top. I wanted to be on the reach for the Top Team so bad, I could taste it. However, in the summer between grades 10 and 11, Dad was posted to Europe. Not bad in retrospect but I felt cheated out of that team experience. I only told him recently and he felt a bit bad about it but what could have been done anyway? It was his job. So I have decided that one day (some day) I will try out for Jeopardy (again - I actually did once and didn't make the cut) and this will be the story I tell Alex Trebek (assuming he is still the host) as my bit of trivia, because he was once one of the hosts for Reach for the Top.

7. Rather than kill an insect in the house, I will spend five minutes trying to direct it outside. I just did that, with a housefly of all things. Exhausted moths I can just pick up in my hands and put outside. Active things like spiders are much more difficult - you have to use something like an empty margarine container and a piece of cardboard. But I have no hesitation in killing a mosquito.

8. I currently want to do something useful with my life that will also pay me a living wage. Something where I can use the things I've learned over 49 years and the talents I have naturally. And I cannot seem to find such a thing. So I am going to write this book I've had in my head for only a few weeks and see what happens with it. I was going back over some of these old blog entries for whatever reason and stumbled upon one dealing with themes. And the theme that I glommed onto at the end of the entry was "belonging" and sure enough, that is one of the themes of the newest book idea. That and community. But I have to go write it now.

Instead of tagging bloggers, if you read this entry and want to do this exercise, let me know in the comments when you have done it.


Blogger Granny J said...

It's funny about the insects -- mosquitos, roaches I kill. Otherwise, I prefer to live and let live.

11:04 p.m., July 14, 2007  
Blogger JuliaR said...

Yes, if it bites me or eats my stuff, it's outta there!

9:34 a.m., July 15, 2007  

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