In October, Sharon started the Five Things meme, where she asked bloggers to post five unusual things about themselves. The idea was to build up a repository of knowledge for writers, where people could use the five things to develop characters, get ideas or find someone to talk to about a certain area of knowledge. On her blog, she lists 93 different bloggers – I counted – who participated, including myself. As these things do, the meme morphed, left the litblogosphere and, sometime in December, found its way into the techie blogs, where one of the people who participated was my lovely husband. Now it’s back! I’m not sure where it went, or where it’s coming from, but everyone’s posting on Six Weird Things About Me. Megan’s tagged me, and Kerryn and Ms Make Tea have done it, so it looks like I’m going to have to.
The only problem is I’m kinda vanilla. Sorry folks. But here’s my attempt:
1) I’m a wordsmith but I always lose at Scrabble. This depresses me, but I take comfort in the fact that I’m bloody good at bridge.
2) I can’t read a map but I never get lost. I have an excellent visual memory and as a child got into the habit of noting landmarks so that I could always find my way home. The development of this habit coincided with my parents’ divorce. Once I noted landmarks from Pietermaritzburg to Cape Town, a 1600-kilometre journey. I was very anxious to make sure I got home.
3) I can’t stand runny egg. My preferred form of egg is concrete. Boiled eggs must be green, scrambled eggs must be dry, fried eggs must be crispy, omelettes must be crunchy. Tenderness is not an attractive quality in an egg.
4) For a small person, I walk loudly. When, I’m angry, I walk earthquakes. My husband calls me “Short Steps”, as in “What have I done wrong now, Short Steps?”
5) My second daughter was born at home because I mistook the final stage of labour for an extremely painful bowel movement. By the time I realised there was a baby coming NOW, it was too late to get to hospital. Still, it was the best thing that happened to me, the moment from which I choose to chart my adulthood. It also gave me the courage to have a second, planned, home birth. Thanks, darling D.