Quirks

I was asked by Barbara to list “six unspectacular quirks” about myself. So here goes:

1. When I was a kid, I used to be able to touch my elbows behind my back. Needless to say, not anymore.

2. I really dislike sand and being out in the sun, so I am not a big beach person. (Ironic for a Floridian.) My idea of a good day at the beach is walking on the shore early in the morning, inside by 10 a.m. or buzzing around town for lunch and exploring, and back out on the beach in the early evening. I avoid the beach at 1 p.m. at all costs.

3. As I write my blog entries in the morning, there is almost always a cat lying on my stomach. (The same cat.) That in itself may not be a personal quirk, but I guess it’s a quirk that I can type with a cat between me and the keyboard!

4. I can speak Berber, specifically a dialect called Tashelhait, native to southern Morocco. It is not a useful skill.

5. I always pick up pennies when I find them on the street, and unlike some people, I don’t keep them in a jar at home. I carry all my change every day and spend it regularly to keep the volume down.

6. I dislike clutter and go to great lengths to avoid it. I spend a lot of time throwing things away and organizing. It’s therapeutic for me.

I’m supposed to tag others, now, with this meme. But I normally let people opt in rather than asking them to participate. So if you feel like it, consider yourself tagged, and go for it!

Here are the rules:

1. Tell about six unspectacular quirks of yours.
2. Link the person who tagged you.
3. Mention the rules in your Blog.
4. Tag six following Bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged Blogger’s Blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

(Photo: East 29th Street, April 2008)