Saturday nights are not for writing serious posts; I’m lying on the floor of our chinchilla nursery, watching the little ones as they cavort around the room. Saturday nights are perhaps good for memes, and Ren (whose site may not be work-safe for all) tags me with another “six random things about me” assignment.
6. My earliest childhood nightmare that I can remember was of a massive wave swallowing up Santa Barbara — I still have tsunami dreams a few times each year. They were especially vivid after the Asian/African disaster of December ‘04.
5. The hardest part about being vegan is not the food I’ve given up — it’s the shoes. Yes, there are more and more great faux leather options, but gosh, I miss being able to buy anything in the store that caught my eye.
4. Like the first President Bush, I dislike broccoli. I like me my greens, but that damn stalk has no appeal for me.
3. I have been on six of the world’s seven continents and am a sixth-generation Californian, but I have never been to Bakersfield. Taft, Delano, and Oildale, yes — but never “Bake-o.”
2. My first Halloween costume I remember well was that of a little devil; my mother made the costume and drew a little Van Dyke beard onto my chin. I was four.
1. The only law enforcement agency ever to handcuff me was the L.A. County Sheriff’s Department. It was on the last night I took a drink, more than a decade ago. And they were very sweet, almost apologetic, about having to do so. But the rash the cuffs left lasted a week.
You ain’t missing much regarding Bakersfield. It’s terribly boring.
I could never cook for you, then, even a vegan-friendly menu. I love broccoli!
I could never buy any shoe I took a fancy to anyway, because I have giant feet.