Well, I originally got tagged over at my other blog, purlsandmurmurs and I didn’t notice that I subsequently got tagged here. Since I am not creative enough to combine my thoughts into one blog, it seems only fitting that I should answer the tag again. Now I have to think of 5 things I haven’t told you about myself already, not easy as I think I have talked about everything that I am willing to talk about.
1. I love color. In my first apartment I had a tiny bedroom, about 8 x 7 feet. It held my bed, a desk, and a file cabinet, no dresser. I had a tiny closet, abut 2 feet wide and I hung my underwear, socks and pantyhose in one of those tiered wire baskets that people use for onions and other kitchen produce After my landlord said I could paint it any color I wanted I painted the entire bedroom deep, intense cobalt blue. I kept asking the guy at the paint store to add more pigment until it was really really intense saturated blue. On one wall I painted a giant geometric mural on top of the blue background using a deep brick red, bright grass green and yellow paint. I painted my file cabinet brick red to match. I loved that bedroom, it was like a tiny jewel box and I was happy whenever I was there.
2. I love food and cooking but my favorite food in the world is something I had as a child and still adore, Chicken Paprika. For years, when my DH had dinner meetings, I would take advantage of those evenings to make myself chicken paprika as it is one of the few foods he is distinctly not fond of. Since he doesn’t go to dinner meetings anymore, I don’t get to indulge very often. Perhaps I should make chicken paprika and serve him chicken fingers and tater tots. We would both be very happy.
3. I wrote my undergraduate thesis on Book 6 of the Faerie Queen by Edmund Spenser.
4. I was hired for my first computer job because the man who owned the company was an amateur Spenser scholar and he said "anyone who can read Spenser can program a computer".
5. When I was in my middle 30s I had open heart surgery to repair a hole in my heart (atrial septal defect) that had apparently always been there but had just started getting worse. I later found out that I was very lucky it was picked up as early as it was and I had no significant permanent damage to my heart. When it was repaired, the hole was the diameter of my thumb. This whole thing forced me to begin what became a rather long process of rethinking my priorities.
and, just because I feel like it,
6. I am a hopeless romantic. I always cry at weddings, love songs, and the sappy bits of books and movies. Even if I think the movie is terrible, I will cry during the romantic sappy bits.
Everyone I know has been tagged. If you are reading this and you haven’t yet been tagged, or responded, consider yourself tagged now.