10 things about moi
Last week at the park, where I conduct my social life, my friend Melanie asked me “does it feel weird that people you don’t know are reading personal stuff about you on your blog?” You mean stuff like: I feed my kids roadkill deer and get junior high-moony over homemade mayonnaise? Hardly seems the stuff of true confessions, but perhaps more like the lady at the cocktail party who won’t quit yapping about herself. But I’ve been tagged again, to write “10 things about myself” by Justine, who somehow wrote her ten without sounding self indulgent at all. So, get your cocktail and indulge me.
1) For our honeymoon in 2002, Dan and I took a ten day camping trip along a scenic loop through the San Juan Mountains. We were never farther than a two hour drive from our home but felt like we were on an exotic, luxurious escapade with all manner of tarps strung up on our truck tailgate and a cooler full of Guinness and eggs.
2) I imagined holding a baby girl named Rose way before Dan and I threw our birth control to the wind.
3) My editing process is akin to extreme nailbiting; I just can’t leave it alone. My first publishing gig was writing a gardening column for Inside/Outside Magazine ten years ago. I once showed up at my editor’s desk, pleading the need for a “quick, last minute change” to a column I had already sent in. He sighed, gave me his desk and I shamelessly reworked my whole opening paragraph. This blog has been the antidote to painstaking rewrites and has taken more of a “shaking words out of my head” form, evidenced by copious typos and occasional blurry pictures due to a smudged camera lens which I mistook for my own smudged glasses.
4) I used to backpack by myself a lot. Things got crazy a few times: well-behaved black bears stumping through my camp, hiking out with a raging, feverish strep throat infection or countless times where I wasn’t exactly lost, just not exactly sure where I was.
5) Apparently we don’t shave in this house, girls nor boys.
6) My son Col was born at 25 weeks at 1 pound, 12 ounces. He wore oxygen for his first 21 months, and before he reached his due date he’d had oral steroids, antibiotics, diuretics, iron shots, caffeine, X-rays, numerous blood draws, ultrasounds on his brain, blood transfusions, and IV nutrition. He is a charmed boy.
7) Our house is 800 square feet. I had to return a butter dish to the shelf at the thrift store last week because its footprint was too big for our limited counter space.
8) We don’t have a dishwasher, TV, microwave or wedding rings, not necessarily because of any dogma, but more because we have no use for them.
9) I’ve been paid to be a camp counselor, serve frozen yogurt, wait tables, hock bagels, work with developmentally disabled people, write, survey wild plants, make herbal medicine and manage an herb shop and I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up.
10) I am an optimist, which often feels like my most useful asset.
*Thanks for coming to the 6512 party!