I’ve been ‘semi’ tagged by Reya to reveal six weird things about myself. It’s a blog thing going around; like a chain letter. I don’t normally particpate in chain letters and when I get them in my email from friends that say ‘pass this on to xxx more people and your wish will be granted’ kind of thing, I normally toss them in the trash. You’re supposed to ‘tag’ six other people, but since I wasn’t properly tagged, I’ll skip that part. But, if you want to participate and try your hand at it, by all means let me know and I’ll tag you.

This has made me think: am I weird? I don’t think I am ... but then again let’s see if I can find some things other people might think are weird. I’ll let you decide.

1.
I smell books. I open them up, stick my nose deep within their pages and inhale deeply. Ahhhh. New books smell the best, but older books have their own scent too. If I need a book fix, sometimes I just pick up one of my newer books and riffle the pages close to my nose. Its book-y scent wafts upwards through the air, filling my nose with happiness. Each one has its own unique scent. Don’t believe me? Try it for yourself. Take a book, open it up and put your nose down next to the pages while riffling them. Now go on to the next. See? I also smell magazines. The glossier they are, the better they smell. Something about the print process I guess. I don’t get into smelling other things, mostly books. Well ...  maybe except for my dogs’ feet; they smell like popcorn.

2.
While we’re on the subject of books, I also ‘collect’ them. I buy them and stack them up next to my bedside. I open them up and scan their pages, but I don’t always read them. I put off reading those books that I think are going to be really good. Saving them. Anticipating reading them. When I finally do get around to actually reading one such book and it’s as good as I thought it was going to be, I feel sad and let-down when it’s finished. These kinds of books hold a permanent place on my bookshelf. I can’t seem to get rid of them. I’ll read that again, I think to myself. Somehow I hardly ever go back and read a book a second time [although there have been exceptions] because there is always a new book to read. I used to play ‘library’ and haul all my books outside to the picnic table under the trees on nice summer days. It was more fun taking them all outside than it was bringing them back in at night. See the photo below and you will see my book collection started early in life.

And oh, by the way, I was the first kid in my first grade to read. I read a book [about a rabbit, but I can’t remember the name] in front of the whole class. Just a little extra trivia for you. And yes, I still have the book.

3.
I never put lids back on anything tightly. Jars, tupperware containers, leftover food, pills, you name it, anything with a lid. This results in lots of spilled things. It doesn’t bother me, but it can be very frustrating for poor Rick when he goes to pick something up and the whole thing [except for the lid] falls from his hands. The other morning he was still half asleep and reached for the aspirin bottle. I heard him yell from the bathroom, d#$% it Lynne!!, and the game of 52-pill-pick-up from the bathroom floor began. But who can open those child proof things if they are closed properly anyway?

4.
Déjà vu. I do this a lot. I’ll be going about doing something and wham! a wave of déjà vu will wash over me and I realize that I’ve done the same thing before. The whole scene flashes before my eyes and I get goosebumps. It’s creepy. Sometimes it’s just about mundane things and other times not so mundane.

I also get vibes from old houses and castles, and sometimes places. Usually they are negative vibes; the positive ones don’t seem to affect me as much. Not long ago we toured Ringwood Manor, an old estate not far from our house. I didn’t like it. It was depressing. The only room in the house that I got a good feeling from was in the dining room. I kept saying to Rick, I don’t like this place; it’s not a happy place. After I got home and did some research online about it, I found out that it’s on the list of haunted places in New Jersey. I had no idea before I went.

5.
I’d love to chuck my bra and wear a bodice instead. So much more comfortable. My first experience with one was just this past year when I bought an outfit at the Renaissance Faire. [See my blog entry Wench for a Day] It kept my ‘bits’ in check, improved my posture, and made me feel sexy all at the same time. I guess the corsets women wore in the mid 1800s to the early 1900s would fit the bill precisely. Alas, it’s not possible to walk around dressed like that today. I caused quite a stir in our local paint store when I decided to stop in on my way home from the Faire ... without changing my clothes. Sigh.

6.
I secretly want to be a backhoe excavator operator. I’m talking the big CATs® here that have a bucket scoop on the front and the whole cab swivels. Seriously. It looks like so much fun. We have road construction [or should I say re-construction] happening on the way in to town, and everytime I go in I nearly run off the road trying to watch the magical ballet of those articulated arms. The heavy equipment operators make it look so easy. They are one with their machines. It’s difficult to discern where machine ends and the human begins. They can use their articulated arms just like it was their own hand and fingers reaching out to gently tamp down the earth, or rake rocks into place. How do they know how close to the ground they are from up there in their cab? Not to mention scooping up a satisfyingly huge bucketful of dirt, swinging around and dumping it somewhere else.

You can tell I’ve given this more than a little bit of thought. I’ve thought of asking if I can park and watch, but I’m sure they would think I was certifiable, not to mention an insurance risk and definite no-no. I am jealous of the town cops that stand in for ‘real’ flagmen in our part of the world. They get to stand there and watch in between regulating the one-way traffic patterns. They probably don’t even care.

Where did this weird fascination come from? I have no idea. Truly, I don’t. I would not have even known it existed if not for the road construction by our house. True, I did have a sandbox as a child and spent many happy hours filling buckets with wet sand, only to turn them over for upside-down-wet-buckets-of sand. In my day, girls didn’t aspire to be heavy equipment operators. Even today, in what we think is an equal opportunity world you don’t see many women behind the joystick of a big CAT®.

ENOUGH.

I’ve thought of a few other weird things along this journey, but they are not the kind I want to share with my readers. I’m sure you understand. You’re probably all scratching your heads and wondering why you are still reading. So, with that behind me, I’ll leave you with the impression that I am a sloppy [#3], bra-less but bodice-wearing [#5] clairvoyant [#4] wielding the joystick of a piece of heavy equipment [#6] while smelling and stacking up books [1 & 2]. And hey, if that isn’t weird enough for you, we’ll need to have a chat later. In private.

You are just too funny!  I loved reading these and learning a little more about you.  C’mon, I wanna know the really wierd stuff!!!

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Omgosh, Lynne… this was so funny! I could just almost picture you (‘though I really have no idea what you look like in person) with your sniffing nose in a book.  Should you ever run out of things to sniff, or become a heavy equipment operator, please stop by Freeman House.  I have tons of books and lots of dirt work that need attention.  Consider it an open invitation! :D

Thanks for the grin!
Brin
http://www.messythrillinglife.blogspot.com

Well you are unique, possibly a little excentric <grin> but definetly NOT weird….

Well, I’m glad you three enjoyed yourselves!!

HELLO!  That is NOT your book collection pictured in #2.  I came first, remember—4 years earlier, and that is my (mostly) book collection.  Although, you have been known to deface my books by crossing out my name on the inside cover and writing your own (I have proof!), those were mine and I still have some of those Little Golden Books. As for the sniffing and collecting, it must run in the family, because I do it, too. Also, If I am buying a book or magazine, I’ll examine every copy in the store in order to find the most perfect one. (and I think you do this, too, right?) Enough about me—this is your blog.  But, I just had to comment on this one! Love ya little sis—Big Sis Susan

aaahhh….my sister speaks! HELLO! They might be your books but they are in my room [notice the crib] ! I admit, I was obnoxious when I learned to write my name and did indeed scribble it in every book. Sigh. I was a brat, I’ll admit it.

Yes, book sniffing is hereditery, it’s been proven. And yes, I inspect every book to make certain it’s perfect, magazines too. I guess we are both a little warped.

Thanks Sis!