- Crunchy Granola is 984 feet tall!
- Three seagulls flying overhead are a warning that Crunchy Granola is near!
- If you don't get out of bed on the same side you got in, you will have Crunchy Granola for the rest of the day!
- The porpoise is second to Crunchy Granola as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
- During severe windstorms, Crunchy Granola may sway several feet to either side!
- Baskin Robbins once made Crunchy Granola flavoured ice cream!
- Crunchy Granola can't drink - she absorbs water from her surroundings by osmosis!
- Crunchy Granola can smell some things up to six miles away.
- Crunchy Granola has a memory span of three seconds.
- It is bad luck to walk under Crunchy Granola.
Well, not quite, although I am likely to forever be the tallest person in my immediate family.
Perhaps in some part of my subconcious (see points 5 and 6 in the first installment of ten). I do like three--it's fun to say, my wedding ring has three interlocking bands, prime numbers are cool. And I like seagulls. One of the sound/smell combinations that can take me back to childhood is the smell of rotting fish, the kind you smell at a marina, and the sound of gulls calling. My grandfather, who died when I was 8 or 9, used to take me to the marina in town and buy me Yoo Hoo sometimes. I still like Yoo Hoo because it reminds me of him. He was otherwise a pretty stern-looking man and I don't remember him playing much with us. But I loved being with him on the dock, drinking Yoo Hoo. And listening to the gulls.
I do, I admit, have some
Obviously wrong. Porpoises have the great good sense to live in more geographically desireable places than I do (with apologies to gentle readers with more of a love for the heartland than I possess).
It is true, I am a fairly flexible, adaptable person. It's one of the things I like about myself. I have a good capacity to look at things from others' points of view. It makes me a good teacher and a good mother.
But it wasn't nearly as good as vanilla. Granola really goes better with yogurt. And I'm very happy we have an organic dairy nearby producing amazing yogurt. And two neighbors keeping chickens. Not bad for city life, eh?
I have gone through periods of my life where I have become a teetotaler for no particular reason (on and off in college it was another one of those philosophical criteria I seemed to need to create around me. Control issues? Not me, ha.) I regret that during one of those period I was in France for a semester.
Some things, yes. I am not the person in the family with allergies, and thus it is up to me to determine when the cats are not using their litter boxes. More metaphorically, I am often pretty darn trusting and not apt to detect deceit very quickly. But I can tell at a distance when CG is trying to sneak my jewelry off my bureau.
Again, not entirely true, although I make a lot of memories via writing. I keep a weekly journal about Curious Girl (every Sunday, for the most part, I write a single page about what we've been doing in the past week with a focus on her activities/accomplishments/moods etc.) As I look back through it, I'm amazed at the daily things I've already forgotten. I also keep copious travel journals and have been working on-and-off on various family scrapbooks. So I do a lot to keep memories of various sorts alive. I am also very good at remembering students' names. If I do say so myself, I usually manage to impress my students with how quickly I remember their names (even if I spend much of the first class muttering names under my breath as I move about the room to achieve said feat).
And also bad luck to walk under Scrivener. English professors are not to be walked under, get it?
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