I’ve been tagged. Twice. Nice birthday present eh? (But really, they sent this to me before today.)

First I heard from Alex Shapiro of Notes From The Kelp, and then from Dick Strawser of Thoughts on a Train.

Man, this isn’t easy, you know? And I already did the Six Things one. Isn’t this like that only more difficult with that added one? I think so.

Okay … Rules First:

1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog. (Did that above.)
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 blog.
4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog (or e-mail if they don’t allow comments).
5. If you don’t have 7 blog friends, or if someone else already took dibs, then tag some unsuspecting strangers.

Now here goes, and perhaps as I go things will all link together, one thing leading to another and all that jazz …

1. When I was in kindergarten I daydreamed a lot. I suspect it was because my vision was so bad. My mother asked me how school was one day and I said it was great. That “the teacher got further and further away.” My mother was worried about me. Mostly I was just blurring out the teacher since she was already out of focus. I think.

2. We buried a lizard on a hill while I was in kindergarten. I remember making “scissors” out of some sort of weeds. That was a highlight for me.

3. To this day things can get “further and further away.” When this happens on stage I really have to force myself to pull myself back into reality and focus. Unless I don’t feel like it.

4. When I was in high school and I was walking home from school I’d sometimes hear someone yell out the name Patty. I would never turn around. I was embarrassed if I couldn’t see them clearly (bad vision yet again), and I always assumed they wouldn’t be yelling for me in any case. (Yeah, I was that insecure.)

5. When I was doing my senior recital I walked out on stage and my father coughed. He had a very distinctive cough. I couldn’t see him, but I found the cough comforting.

6. Again, in college, I was to play a movement of the Mozart Oboe Concerto for a jury. I didn’t really practice it much. I mainly tried to memorize it during a humanities course by staring at it a lot. It didn’t work. I still passed.

7. I can’t remember writing a single paper for college. I can’t remember studying. I barely remember classes. I guess I was just too busy flirting, then marrying (in my sophomore year), and then being married to my husband. :-)

Now … who the heck should I pester with this? Maybe people who comment here on occasion, but not the same ones I bugged last time?

Mike … wanna play? How about Cameron, who likes Living in the Woods? Janet, are you game? If he’s not too busy these days (not seeing a lot of posts … hmmm …?) maybe Sid will join in. And surely Kate, someone who mixes oboe & coffee, should be awake enough to fill us in. Along with David, who mixes oboe, coffee and parenting, along with a lot more. Finally, I think anyone who calls himself a Horndog should be forced to play, so jump in, Bruce!

Okay. I’m nearly done. I’m supposed to contact these seven people. That will have to wait … if I obey that rule at all … I’m a rule follower, but sometimes …? ;-)


  1. Hi Patty,

    Happy Birthday! I knew we had something in common (other than oboe/EH)… mine is next week! Remember, you are like a fine wine… getting better with age… just don’t pop your cork!


  2. Thanks, Janet! I actually am just fine being 52 … works fine for me! :-)