Ed tagged me. Eat your heart out, Ed.
1. I lived on St. Croix, in the Virgin Islands, twice. The first time, when I was a little younger than five. Then, my mom got pregnant with my sister. In the vicinity of Hurricane Hugo (not a nice hurricane), we moved to New Hampshire. Then, a little while later, we moved back. Between the two times, I spent a fair amount of my childhood more or less out of the country. It influenced how I looked at life from then on, when we moved back. Occasionally, it still does.
2. I am afraid of the dark, except for the times when I love it. I am afraid of it when my imagination tells me “And when you walk through this closet, this is where a little onion-eyed girl with too-sharp teeth comes out and hugs you, and her mouth opens too too wide as she grins up at you,” and then I wind up turning on all the lights in the house.
3. When I met Neil Gaiman, I stammered a moment, and then we had a discussion about fountain pens, and how it was a shame that the good ones had been made a long, long time ago, and how we needed to investigate Necromancy for pens. I no longer remember the exact words. I very much doubt he does. But there you go.
4. Nails drive me nuts. Cuticle nails, I mean. All four of our cats have meticulously tended to nails, because for some reason, I obsess over it. Obsessive-compulsive? Probably. Creepy, probably. Sigh.
5. I have lived in Minnesota for a grand total of eight years now, (between two different times here, four years or so each) and this is the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere. It is very strange. And nice. (Does this count as a different fact than number one? I don’t know. I’m not doing very good at this. pete = frazzled.)
And I nominate dearest Kristine, and dearest Lori, and they must go thee hither and thus, shall they list five things & there shall be much rejoycing.
There we go.