Last night I was supposed to go and see Eskimo Joe with my brother-in-law. He is my partner in live music – he appreciates it as I do. Note I said ‘supposed’. I had to cancel because of a stupid, miserable virus – sore throat, sore head, cranky attitude. Not at all right for listening to a band. He tells me it was great – he went with his brother instead of me. Never mind – I feel much better now.
Sussanah has tagged me to say six to eight random things about myself. I am wondering whether this is an altered version of the weirdness meme that I did once before. In the game of whispers this meme has come back to me re-invented.
SO…six to eight things
1. I have lots of Peters/ Petas in my life. My husband, his father (and so on down his lineage for five generations), my sister, my cousin and a close friend all have the name Peter. This is the reason that I always refer to my husband as MY PETE. I do this when I write and in conversation. Our son is not called Peter.
2. I am nine days older than my Pete, but he was born sixteen days late. Isn’t that disgusting – he caused his mohter to be pregnant for nine and a half months.
3. I love music. At high school I played the flute and really enjoyed it. I am always humming, singing, listening to something. I hate easy-listening music stations on the radio. It is mediocrity.
4. I hate mediocrity. I am cynical. The populist view is popular because people just believe it without thinking. The most important skill that I hope my children have is the ability to reflect and question.
5. I don’t watch the news. It is full of populist crap. I hope that someone will ring me to let me know if something important is happening – like a cyclone.
6. I do not understand sport. Who cares who can jump highest, swim fastest, throw furthest, roll around the floor the prettiest etc, etc. Really, who cares?
7. I am a procrastinator. I know that whatever I do will not be good enough so I control my fear of failure by not starting. My impaired logic is that by not beginning failure is inevitable, but I controlled that failure. If I begin and fail, then I really know that I am not good enough. It took me years to work this out about myself. Acknowledging a problem is part way to solving it, but I know that I am blogging right now because I am supposed to be quilting.
Tracey, aged three. Probably supposed to be drawing and creating collage, but procrastinating by dressing up.