Okay, I’m opting to post 5 things about myself that I’ve never posted ala A Dress A Day. This probably won’t be hard, since I just started blogging!
1. I didn’t drink alcohol until I was 23 and coffee until I was 25. Honestly, I can’t stand the taste of either of them. I have now completely switched over to tea!
2. I am apparently related to Ronald Reagan, although not directly. Its something like my great uncle’s cousin married into the Reagan family, although I used to say he was my fathers-uncle’s- sister’s-cousin’s-brother. I realized when I got older, that statement made absolutely no sense. Now Reagan was born in Dixon, IL, which is half an hour from my parent’s home town of Sterling. So even though I would probably be denounced if I started claiming to be related, every time we go to my grandmother’s we drive through Dixon. Perhaps this is why I feel obligated to defend the guy every time someone slams him.
3. Speaking of towns and famous people, I have been to Cody, WY several times and I am always amused by the fact that they do not advertise their very famous once-resident Jackson Pollock. He was born there, he lived there, but you really couldn’t tell it. He might have stolen his “cowboy mystique†from Cody, but they haven’t stolen a single thing from him.
4. I live on a street in town that has not one, but two abandoned houses! Well, not completely abandoned. People own them and keep them locked up…I’m dying to go inside both of them. I have to make an effort not to think about the interiors of the spaces day in and day. But, ohhh, the possibilities for photographs! I am pretty sure that someone has been going in to the house on the end of the street. Since I’m constantly dreaming about them, that one in particular, I notice when something changes. A door opened a little more than yesterday, a hole in the wall, a couple window screens popped open at the bottom. I think what also interests me about the house on the end of the street is that the garage is full of boxes of belongings of the woman who once lived there. I guess she died 2 years ago and her children can’t bear to part with the house. They must not be too attached to the boxes in the garage, since there is a big hole in the wall and it rains and snows on the boxes. But, I always wondering what exactly is in there….
5. I’m going to be late for work today!
I like your imagination.