Saturday, October 11, 2008
7 (More) Random Things About Me
I've been 'tagged' again...well, three times...oops, now make that four times since the last (and only) one I responded to. Here we go...
1. I forget how to drive. I keep my drivers license current for identification, and 'just in case' I do need to drive, but I've lived in Manhattan for so many years (and have never missed owning a car which I sold before moving here) that I have pretty much forgotten how to operate a vehicle. When I go to the beach house each year, Ann (my twin sister) drives us everywhere. Sometimes she lets me park.
2. I have never broken a bone or been a patient in a hospital, even for a minute.
3. I have shared a big hug with Smoky Robinson full-on. This was not a personal appearance or concert; I live in New York City- - anything can happen here. He is very warm and has kind eyes.
4. I have eaten at least one apple a day for at least the last 20 years. I love apples.
5. When I first moved here, before Giuliani cleaned up all the organized crime and there was an active 'crew' in my neighborhood, I was made an offer I was expected not to refuse. In exchange all my rent and bills would be paid. It's not what you're thinking, I mean it, in fact I basically had to do nothing. But such an offer to me would mean that they would own me; I didn't want that, so I refused, and then went weeks fearing I was on the Hit List for disrespecting or something. It was a long while before I felt in the clear. I sorta miss those days.
6. As a child, a recurring nightmare I would have whenever I was delirious from having the flu (oddly not when I was well, then I'd have other nightmares I suppose, but this one only came when I was sick) was being in a hospital bed in a room so full of beds you cannot see the end of them...beds to my left and right as far as I can see, beds foot to foot with mine and the others to my sides (so that if someone was in the bed foot-to-foot with mine, we'd be facing each other from our own beds.) And rows and rows of beds beyond those. Everything is white, and there is a nurse in the scene. It absolutely terrified me in unexplainable ways; terror beyond screaming; it made me silent, frozen. And I've often wondered if it's a dream of the neonatal ward from when I was born.
7. I talk to my toy collection. I don't want them to feel lonely. I'm not crazy, just extra polite.