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A lot of my 8 things are about other people because I'm dull, but here you go.
1. My grandfather invented the x-acto knife. Sundel invented the damn thing and I think it even says so at the official website. Sunny (and I hear he was something of a mournful grouch) was an inventor all his life. So there, Louise.
2. Louise, my cousin (actually my mother's cousin) was US poet laureate** and in interviews has said her father did.. . The story I've heard is that my grandfather invented it to be a surgical tool. It didn't work well for that because it was impossible to clean well and Uncle Danny was probably the one to suggest marketing it as a hobby tool.
3. but I don't really know the exact details because I can't recall any conversations with my grandfather who was senile by the time I noticed him. I do recall conversations with Uncle Danny--Louise's father, who was much younger than Sunny. Danny was wonderful and told great adventures about a pair of fleas****. I don't remember talking knives with him. And my mother was a useless source of information. Unlike 90 percent of the world, she hated to talk about personal matters or herself. I am more like my father--and he either had an amazing life or lied like a dog. Who knows? (see #6).
4. I make pretty good scrambled eggs and that was the one thing my mother could cook, too.
5. Rothwell, England was once known for its forced rhubarb and I can always grow rhubarb. Must be in my genes. Everywhere I've lived, I've planted it and I end up yanking out rhubarb plants because they end up taking over a lot of space. Of course that could be the nature of the plant. My husband recalls using rhubarb stalks as weapons when he was a kid.
6. Have I ever told you that as a kid I lied a whole lot? I bet I did. It was a defining characteristic. One of my kids is also big on telling stories that are based on air. I wish he could learn from my mistakes, but then again, it took me a long time to learn. And sometimes I forget. Not often though and probably not any more often than anyone else and they tend not to glorify me any more No more Walter Mitty.
7. I have no arches. Flat flat flat feet. They usually work fine though.
8. I'm about as lazy as a person can get without actually turning into a vegetable. I love lying in bed thinking about my dreams which I almost always remember. I have to force myself to exercise, but lately I've been doing a pretty good job at that. I've lost almost 40 lbs and can now run two miles (ugh. but why? why would anyone want to?) That's two miles on a treadmill. In the real world, it's probably a mile. My flat feet hurt afterwards.
Consider yourself tagged if you want to be. I'm not going to tag anyone because--remember number 8? I'm lazy.
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**Yes, I read and love almost all of her poetry. No, I doubt she reads my stuff. God, I hope she doesn't.
****oh crap. I can't remember the fleas' names. This is going to drive me nuts, again.
A lot of my 8 things are about other people because I'm dull, but here you go.
1. My grandfather invented the x-acto knife. Sundel invented the damn thing and I think it even says so at the official website. Sunny (and I hear he was something of a mournful grouch) was an inventor all his life. So there, Louise.
2. Louise, my cousin (actually my mother's cousin) was US poet laureate** and in interviews has said her father did.. . The story I've heard is that my grandfather invented it to be a surgical tool. It didn't work well for that because it was impossible to clean well and Uncle Danny was probably the one to suggest marketing it as a hobby tool.
3. but I don't really know the exact details because I can't recall any conversations with my grandfather who was senile by the time I noticed him. I do recall conversations with Uncle Danny--Louise's father, who was much younger than Sunny. Danny was wonderful and told great adventures about a pair of fleas****. I don't remember talking knives with him. And my mother was a useless source of information. Unlike 90 percent of the world, she hated to talk about personal matters or herself. I am more like my father--and he either had an amazing life or lied like a dog. Who knows? (see #6).
4. I make pretty good scrambled eggs and that was the one thing my mother could cook, too.
5. Rothwell, England was once known for its forced rhubarb and I can always grow rhubarb. Must be in my genes. Everywhere I've lived, I've planted it and I end up yanking out rhubarb plants because they end up taking over a lot of space. Of course that could be the nature of the plant. My husband recalls using rhubarb stalks as weapons when he was a kid.
6. Have I ever told you that as a kid I lied a whole lot? I bet I did. It was a defining characteristic. One of my kids is also big on telling stories that are based on air. I wish he could learn from my mistakes, but then again, it took me a long time to learn. And sometimes I forget. Not often though and probably not any more often than anyone else and they tend not to glorify me any more No more Walter Mitty.
7. I have no arches. Flat flat flat feet. They usually work fine though.
8. I'm about as lazy as a person can get without actually turning into a vegetable. I love lying in bed thinking about my dreams which I almost always remember. I have to force myself to exercise, but lately I've been doing a pretty good job at that. I've lost almost 40 lbs and can now run two miles (ugh. but why? why would anyone want to?) That's two miles on a treadmill. In the real world, it's probably a mile. My flat feet hurt afterwards.
Consider yourself tagged if you want to be. I'm not going to tag anyone because--remember number 8? I'm lazy.
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**Yes, I read and love almost all of her poetry. No, I doubt she reads my stuff. God, I hope she doesn't.
****oh crap. I can't remember the fleas' names. This is going to drive me nuts, again.
I love running. I run on a treadmill now though too. I think it is the mindless nature of the activity. I turn the thing on, blow the fuse, reset the fuse and then run my little 3 miles and take a shower. After 30 years of running it isn't even much exercise. My friends keep telling me to stop that I'm going to damage my knees, feet, legs, etc. But I can't stop. I usually don't tell them I do it anymore. The rest of the world has gone to spinning. I have an antique Precor treadmill. She is flat and black and beautiful. When she dies or finally does some real damage to the fusebox, I'll do something else.
ReplyDeleteI can run away from things, but running is against my principals.
ReplyDeleteThey didn't like running either.
LOL
My son jogs every day.
I like long walks.
I only run when chased, but even that's on a case-by-case basis. I briefly had a treadmill and had started getting into the "walk 2 miles every day" habit when the motor burned out. I almost did a face-plant right into the control panel.
ReplyDeleteI keep telling myself I'm going to replace it, and then not doing it. Sigh. My ass has reached record proportions so I need to do something STAT.