Long ago - well, weeks ago, the tres gentil Laura was kind enough to tag me to list seven weird/random things about myself. I kept coming up with a list, but it seemed to consistently devolve into a list of things that I didn't like about myself, and that's just silly. So, after much too much thought, I reveal the following:
1. I don't care for fruit. I will happily eat any vegetable, and I will eat some fruit, such as watermelon, but in general I haven't liked fruit since I can remember. Now that I'm an adult I can eat apple pie, etc. and look like I'm enjoying it. But I'm not. While the rest of the world picked apples at the apple orchards, I went to the orchard and bought the cider donut ice cream shown above.
2. I first found "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" in a bookstore in Basel, Switzerland. I read the book and thought it was okay, but I'd read so many better versions of the story. I then felt unbearably smug when it hit America.
3. My name is not an abbreviation. I have creative parents.
4. My middle name is Margaret. In my mom's family, the oldest daughter of the oldest child is named Margaret: my mother, my great-aunt, my great-grandmother, and so on are all named Margaret. I like the name, and it was quite the bonus to be named after my great-grandmother, who did not pass away until I was in graduate school. She paid particular attention to her namesake (or claimed to, anyway)! I try not to remember that this naming tradition may stop with me.
5. Thanks to the Arizona crew, I've been in the delivery room for four births. That's more than most single women not in the medical field can say. Oh, and before the first birth I took the Bradley method birthing class with Janet and her husband. I made her promise that, if I did that, I would have earned the right to give her future children anything I wanted as long as it didn't ruin them morally. Seven kids later, I still hold her to that promise. As an added bonus, I know how to breathe during labor and I've seen a placenta; the teacher kept one in her freezer - I do not lie. After that session, we all agreed that Janet had learned enough.
6. In the fifth grade, I led a picket on the principal's office. It was 1970 and we'd moved from the California Bay Area to Westchester County in NY. During recess all of the sports equipment went to the boys, and I decided that we needed sports equipment too. I should point out that I'm terrible at sports, and I don't touch sports equipment if I can help it. But there was a cause to be won. My social studies teacher gave us time to put together the signs. One afternoon, the kind principal called mom: "Do you know what your daughter is doing right now? She's picketing my office." I think that we did get equipment. I wouldn't know - I wouldn't have touched the stuff.
7. I appreciate the natural world in all of its glory, but somehow I am, at my very depths, a city girl. I feel utter joy in a big city. My family still isn't sure how that happened.
I'm not sure who I will, in turn, tag. Maybe I'll just add another tag for Marilyn!