Fiber Dreams

I’ve been tagged. Not just by one person, but by two. For the same meme. I know it’s taken me a while to get back to you, Christina and Angela, but I finally have. Thank you both very much for thinking of me! Here are the rules:

1. Link to your tagger and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Seven things about me that you might not already know about me:

1. I love fog. Always have. When I was a tiny baby Mom would bundle me up, put me in the stroller, and take me for a walk. The thicker and denser the fog was, the happier I was. I’m still like that.
2. After more than 30 years of happy gardening, I seem to have fallen into a major gardening slump, and my previous green thumb seems to have deserted me. Everything dies. Or almost everything. Even a plant that I had back when I was in college—and how could life have been harder for it with all the moving and neglect that are part of a student’s life?—is now gone. I can’t even seem to keep mint alive for more than one season any more. Much less an African Violet—I used to keep these things going and blooming for years. The one I bought last spring is near death.
3. My grandmother taught me know to crochet a chain, but I learned the rest from a teach-yourself book, and crocheted my first granny square afghan when I was in third grade. I still have it.
4. I met Dave in Hawaii when I lived in San Francisco, and he lived in southern California.
5. I was a foreign exchange student with YFU, and spent the summer after my senior year of high school in Germany with a family who didn’t speak English. At all. I was 18. I’m still in touch with my host family. Petra, their oldest, has email. I got a note from her this morning. Her father has recovered from his heart attack and surgery. All is well. Whew. This photo is a couple years old now. It’s Petra’s parents (center), and her four children.
6. I spent Easter week in Mazatlan, Mexico with a teen group when I was 17. It was my first time away from home without my parents along. I flew down to Orange County, got picked up at the airport by a stranger, stayed the night at his house, then got on a bus with a bunch of other kids, and we drove to Mazatlan. It took 24 hours to drive down to Mazatlan from the house across the street from Disneyland. When we crossed the border into Mexico we got new drivers, a pair of Mexican men who swapped off driving. They took turns sleeping in the luggage compartment under the bus. My parents told me I could spend a week at camp. After going through all the books and catalogs, that’s what I wanted to do. It’s amazing that they let me go that far away. Alone. Very brave of them.
7. I don’t think there’s a single country in the world that I wouldn’t like to visit. I got the travel bug from my spinster great-aunt who went all over the world.

I’m going to cop out on the last part of this. If you want to do the meme, consider yourself tagged.

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