We all know I'm the worst blogger ever. So, I'm going to hammer another nail right into that coffin and publish a moderately time-sensitive post that I was apparently writing back in...June. I had no computer and/or computer internet for a good 4 months here, ok? (Another nail!) And I'll never post if I go back & edit so I'm just going to finish it in a flurry and hit publish.
The lovely Molly* at All the Grace Between posed a challenge--not a challenge? well, I took it as one--to actually blog. I haven't been too good at that lately. (Did you notice how long the break was between the night before our stuff arrived and the next post? <--blatant self-promotion in case you have some catch-up to do around here) Anyway, here are some random tidbits which I have probably already mentioned here, followed by answers to some questions she asked. I don't know how since my brain had turned to mush by this point, but she wrote a very edifying post while literally about to pop--she has since popped, yay!-- and I encourage you to go check it out. And if you're in the mood to get totally sucked into reading, explore her story of "grace, grief, and hope" (stumbling across it is how I 'got to know' her). So anyway, more than you ever wanted to know--or at least, I'm sure, different things than you ever wanted to know:
- My handwriting is atrocious. It's practically a war crime. And sometimes I wonder what terrible thing a TV crime show profiler would figure out about me by the fact that I don't always write certain letters the same way (lowercase A's, for instance--they vary).
- Few things scare me more than large groups of women, especially if they're in the mood to get emotional.
- I detest the sound of my own speaking voice. It makes my skin crawl. So when bloggers make it big and write a book and then get speaking engagements my thought is "Oh, you poor, poor thing."
- I think I have reasonably attractive toes. Everyone else's in the whole world are totally disgusting, of course. Given the fact that my pedicures frequently involve anesthesia and scalpels, I realize that this is delusional I suspect everyone thinks that their own toe shape is less disgusting than everyone else's.
- I've lived in 5 states and 2 other countries, always under the watchful eye of big brother Army.
- I don't have an accent, unless you ask my husband who will say that I say "laygs" and "ayggs" in what is apparently quite an outrageous fashion.
- My kids bring me unspeakable joy. They make me fiercer, humbler, smarter, foggier-brained, more understanding and more judgmental (it's honesty hour, after all), and determined to become a better photographer. They've utterly devastated my powers of concentration but are very slowly turning me into a grown-up. Don't let that photography comment confuse you, though--these were taken by a professional!
(Kristie Coia took a whole bunch of awesome photos of us before we left Okinawa, and I've been trying to decide how to share them--I think I'm going to end up sprinkling them liberally throughout posts here for a while. Even though Oz was 4 months old in them, and he's 1 now!)
Ahem-hem-hem. On to her questions:
1. Top Five-ish Favorite Books
If there's anything I'm bad at (and we all know there's plenty!) it's remembering/ranking favorites. I...abhor it. But I'm still try sometimes, because that's what normal people do. Oh, and? I dread you figuring out how badly-read I, in fact, am. So here are some novels (cop-out alert! Also, I'm too lazy to read anything but novels usually) that come to mind when I ponder what my favorite-ish books might be. Maybe some are just on the list because of the feeling they give me when I remember reading them. I'm not numbering these (disclaimer disclaimer, etc. etc.):
- Til We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis - I adore this book. And the fact that I listed it instead of everything else he wrote tells you how very much I must love it. I even made my book club read it. (Miss you guys!) It's a redemptive retelling of the myth of Cupid and ___
- The Cancer Ward by Aleksander Solzhenitsyn - And I swear I didn't just think of it because Molly listed his Nobel acceptance speech in her post. (Remember, book club? I almost made you all read it!) But maybe it helps explain my affinity for her writing.
- The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom - Because how could I not? -- wait, not a novel at all. But anyway, there it is. This reminds me of the time someone I know was leaving the theater after Apollo 13 and overheard a teenager saying "What a scary story! I'm soooo glad it wasn't true!"
- Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susannah Clarke - So much fun. Definitely a novel.
- Birds Without Wings by Louis de Bernieres - Made me really want to visit Anatolia.
- Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton - Haven't read it since high school. Time to give it another go.
- Cheating alert: some of my other go-to authors are Flannery O'Connor, Ann Patchett, Alexander McCall Smith, and Bill Bryson.
2. In two sentences or less, why you blog.
- I blog because I have to (can't explain all the reasons why), and because it makes me feel like I've accomplished something. And because it's the easiest way for an introverted highly sensitive person (it's a thing!) to get positive affirmation, yaaay!
3. Where have you most felt like home in your lifetime?
- Growing up an Army brat, my earliest memories of that home-feeling are at my grandparents' house in northern California: the freezing cold floor, the click of the grandfather clock just before it chimed, huge windows that scared me as a kid, the squishiness of dropped redwood branches under my feet, and the scraping of horse feed out of big round metal trash cans. It recently was sold to a stranger, as both of those grandparents have passed away, and I can't wrap my mind around it. My parents' house has the feeling too, although the city and area there are changing so fast I can't even remember road names anymore, so I only count the house.
4. What decade would you choose to live in other than the current one? Why?
- Strangely, my first thought was the 1940s. The music just gets me every time. That whole world war thing would be pretty miserable though. My second thought is: whichever decade those Jane Austeny dresses were in fashion, because they look amazing on everybody! They're kind of like maxi dresses, and you all know I can't pass up a maxi dress.
5. What is your biggest fear and do you feel like you've conquered it?
- You mean, besides the entire movie Arachnophobia? Given the amount of anxiety I deal with, I'm not sure this is a healthy question for me to ponder. But I'll say this: I'm a mom, so of course my biggest fear is something happening to my kids, especially something that I coulda/woulda/shoulda prevented. And also sometimes I panic a little bit when I think about the concept of eternity. No, I wouldn't say I've conquered anything.
6. Lyrics from a favorite song. And a favorite musical act or two.
- Oh no, now the truth about how badly-listened I am is going to come out.
- I don't like quoting songs because the tune is such an essential part of why I love any lyrics.
- My usual go-to listenings are Gungor, Weezer (Pinkerton and the Blue Album only), The Killers, Moruza (my sister sings my heart songs), The Avett Brothers, Regina Spektor, Chopin, and most anything out of The Hymnal, 1940, According to the Use of the Episcopal Church.And Advent music.
- Also: Advent music.
It's time to stop droning on in the hopes that I'll accidentally come out with something interesting here.
*A note about Molly & her blog: She is interested in guest posts from military-type folks about their stories. See more info here.