Six

As promised: six weird things.

1) One odd trait – ah, ah, ahh!  Like The Count, I take great pleasure in, well, counting.  Counting anything, really: rows in a field, tortellini in my soup, rivers crossed while driving on the highway.  I notice patterns more often this way, and I use those numbers in designs. I still lose count when casting on, though.  Such is life.

2) What's in a name?  Plenty, if you're me.  I have the longest name of anyone I know.  Again with the counting: thirty-three letters!  Ten syllables!   My initials (all five of them) are palindromic!  Unlike most kids, I only heard my full name when my parents were especially pleased with me. 

3) Generally, I do my best thinking about one thousand miles into a road trip, solo.

4) Dictionaries rock my world. So do encyclopaedias.  Three dictionaries have pride of place on my bookshelf: the 1978 rainbow cover edition of Webster’s Unabridged; The Dictionary of American Authors, and a matched leather-bound set of Roget’s Thesaurus and Dictionary.

5) Related to this love of lexicons?  I'm very peculiar about how I spell certain words, because of the aesthetics.  I like the "u" in "colour" and "flavour", but I'll keep the "z" in "memorize".  Gray is a warm colour, like the ashes in a fire.  Grey is cool - the pale moon and the sea.  The list is long and varied, and apparently I'm in good company.

6) I'll take juice over alcohol any day of the week.  I have the sophisticated drink palate of your average five-year-old.