Not too long ago, Deanna did this thing where you list seven interesting things about you that your blog readers don't - or might not - know. And then you get an award. She seemed to be passing it out to anyone interested in playing along, so I figured I'd play at some point. Well, I don't have anything else planned for today's post, so I figured I'd do it today... Here goes!
Some of you may know a couple of these, but there should at least be a couple of you who don't. And I hope they're interesting. But if they're not... Well... To be honest, there's not much I can do about that. If you don't find them interesting, just don't read them... Simple as that!
1. I absolutely detest the taste of coffee, and it's all because someone mixed up mine and my Dad's mugs one time. My Dad drinks his coffee cold, and when you're expecting a cup of tea and get a stone cold cup of coffee... Well, it kind of puts you off. Now I wont drink coffee, because every time I think of the taste of coffee I remember that cold cup of coffee.
2. I love to read. I'll read - or listen to - just about any type of book. Having something to read - even if it's something I've read loads of times before - is my priority when going somewhere. I don't mind if there's no TV, I don't mind if I can't play music, I don't even mind if there's no internet access. As long as I can take a book with me, or buy one when I get there, I'm good to go!
3. My earliest memory involves my Nana (great-grandmother) who died when I was six. I was somewhere between 2 & 1/2 and 3, and was chasing a cat (I think it was my cat, Lucky). The cat went under the TV, and I tried to follow it. Needless to say, I banged my head. Nana came and picked me up, gave me a hug, and took me in the kitchen with her. She was cooking dinner, and she sat me on the kitchen counter with a sweet of some sort (I assume to both stop me crying and be sure I'd stay put and not try that again).
4. The day I went in to hospital to have my last eye out I got up early enough to watch the sun come up. By this time I could only see the difference between light and dark, but I felt I needed to do it, and I'm glad I did. I may not have been able to properly appreciate the beauty of it, but the fact I made an effort to watch the sun come up on the last day I'd be able to do so makes me feel good. And the thought has been some comfort to me over the past (almost) 15 months.
5. I used to keep a diary - or journal, if you prefer - but shredded every last page after I lost my sight, because if I couldn't read them any more then I didn't want anyone else to either. I had several books full of my thoughts, feelings, random bits of ideas for stories and poems, random facts I wanted to remember, and anything else that caught my attention - or imagination - long enough to be written down. But because I didn't want anyone reading the thoughts and feelings written in them I shredded the lot, then put the pieces in different bins around the house so the pieces would be more difficult for anyone to collect up. Not that I know anyone who would attempt to do so, but it seemed important to me to do that at the time.
6. I have a very vivid imagination, and it doesn't take much to set it off... Nine times out of ten in the wrong direction. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will probably know this. Those who haven't... Well, just read the post I plan to do for tomorrow. ;)
7. Carl - my brother - and I are so close in age, and looked so alike as youngsters, that some people mistook us for twins. A few people still think we're twins. We never bothered correcting them. There's actually just over a year between us, but people who don't know us that well don't seem to realise that, and it's never really seemed worth the effort of explaining it.
Anyway... Here's the award that goes with this...
If you haven't had this, but you want to do it... There you go! Help yourself!
Enjoy whatever's left of your day! :)