The List

Bits & Bytes About The Author of This Blog (in no particular order)

Others find me bossy at times, or exacting, or both.

I was my mother’s wife. She was a hard-working single mom, and from the age of ten I took over the grocery shopping, cooking, and a good deal of the housework. Voluntarily, I might add.

I adore most children but won’t put up with horrid behavior.

If patience is a virtue then I’m virtuous.

A peculiar darkish brown Florida-shaped birthmark about two inches long appeared on my neck the first time my mother applied Coppertone suntan lotion on my six year old body. Said birthmark had faded and mysteriously disappeared by the time I was twelve.

In true Virgo fashion it’s usually all or nothing at all with me.

My French Grandmother would buy multiple packages of M & M’s so she could fill a bowl with red ones, (my favorites) just for me. Her other grandkids could have cared less; the color of candies they wolfed down bore little or no importance. After the bad things I’ve heard about FD & C Red Dye #40 I sure hope I don’t come down with cancer!

Under no certain terms am I willing to discuss politics or religion at the dinner table.

My mother never got over how good my memory was. I could recount events that happened when I was a baby with great detail.

Upon earning over three dollars one fine sunny day after setting up a row of TV trays and selling cast offs to passers by: mostly miss-matched glassware, old issues of Reader’s Digest, odds and ends from the junk drawer in the mudroom, doll clothes, and my outgrown sweater covered in fuzz-balls, I immediately ran down to Gordon’s market, a corner store where I frequently squandered collected pennies, to purchase a jar of maraschino cherries. My red food fixation rearing it’s ugly head again. And I sat down at the curb right there in front of the market to feast on foodstuff that I’d previously eaten only one at a time. I learned that “one at a time” was a fine approach to the ingestion of something so sweet and syrupy. I think I managed to down about six cherries before decided to pitch the jar in the nearby trash can.

Cooking relaxes me.

The E, L, N, and most of the M are worn off of the keyboard on my Mac.

When brushing my teeth I almost always close my eyes.

White walls and blank pages have the same effect on me, I want to fill them with color and life.

I’ll stop here. That’s enough bits & bytes for today.









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