My blog friend HITCH WRITER has tagged me with the 25 random things tag. That’s going to be a real thinking assignment, but I’ll give it a go.
1) I have no tattoos. A great many years ago I was going to get one, just because it was so “against type” for me, and I wanted to be a rebel. However, I waited too long, and now so many people have them there’s no “type” to be against. So I use the design I made for my tattoo for my blog photo pic. Yup, that little bird. 2) My friend gave me a small container of vibuti she got from Sai Baba. 3) I can’t abide the smell of skunks. There are people who say they “don’t mind’ the smell; I’ve met two of them. They mystify me. 4) A nice gentle steady rain and some soft rolling thunder are my idea of heaven. 5) I am addicted to music, and have an embarrassingly large CD collection, even for someone who writes books on the subject. 6) I never turn down ice cream. 7) In the mid-60s, my freshman year roommate and I pranked a frat with a hilarious (and pretty obvious, or so we thought) joke involving The Communist Manifesto, but the boys actually bought it, and even reported it to the FBI. They took names. 8) The first thing I notice about someone (if applicable) is what hand they write with, and if they write inverted. I write with my left, not inverted (rare for lefties). President Obama writes with his left, and he does invert. 9) I have green eyes. I once met a young girl who had one hazel green eye and one blue. She was very pretty, and it was very striking. 10) I can’t stand TV commercials with people who yell about the products they’re pitching. Billy Mays should be duct taped, and muzzled for good measure. 11) Re above, the mute and volume control buttons on my TV remote are busted. At least I get more exercise that way. 12) When I was a little kid, I stuck a bobby pin in a wall socket. It buzzed my whole arm and knocked me flat on my behind. 13) I do Taoist Tai Chi regularly. 14) I was born in the first half of the previous century. I think that’s really cool. I actually remember all those things listed in the Baby Boomer nostalgia emails. 15) I have witnessed two occurrences in the sky (one night, one day) that I can’t explain (not a UFO or craft of any kind). 16) I love driving, with the music up loud and the windows open. Road trip or grocery shopping; doesn’t matter. 17) I collect little bits of the earth. Many I find, some I purchase or are given. My favorites include fossils, and fulgurites (I have a rock one from Colorado and a sand one from Florida), enhydro crystals, picture stones, bones. Since moving to the lake, I’ve added beachglass and shells to my pockets. 18) I dance a little almost every day – rock and roll or world/ethnic or pow wow. 19) I have a form of dyslexia called dyscalculia. Compensation is the name of the game. I keep a “float” in my checking account and never even attempt to balance it. 20) I love TV in the evenings. My current faves are the forensics shows, Life, Lost, and ER. 21) Though I hate to cook for myself, I love to throw big dinner parties, usually for 10-12 people. And usually around a theme, too. One was ‘Weird Food Night’. That one was a hoot (and not as bad as you’re probably thinking) 22) I love coats and jackets. I have way more than simple need requires. Most are from thrift stores and Value Village, though. I am the very soul of frugality. 23) One time when I was out bird-watching by a pond, a muskrat on the far shore started swimming towards me. When he reached the shore, he kept right on coming. I didn’t move a muscle, wondering just how far he’d come. He came right up to my feet and bit me on the big toe. I was wearing bright apple green leather mocs at the time, so perhaps he thought I was some juicy grass? The bite didn’t hurt but the pressure was startling, and I went “OW!” really loud. He looked up with dawning terror, and raced (waddled fast) off to the water. 24) I love mirrors outdoors. If I didn’t live in such a windy spot, I’d have a garden full of them, in among the bushes, rocks, and flowers, playing mind and eye games with reality. 25) Blogging is just about the funnest thing ever! I have a couple more manuscripts planned or in the works, but when they’re done, I’m just going to blog. All you guys out there are just the BEST!! What a world!!
I’m supposed to tag another 25 people, but I think I’ll just leave it open for those who may want to do this, because I know so many already have. Hey, I have to rebel about something and tattoos are out. But it was fun, so thanks to you, Hitch.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.