Liana at SewIntriguing just tagged me at my Craftlit page. I moved it here just to keep the shownotes uncluttered…which is odd for me as I revel in clutter.

Here are the Rules:

* Someone Tags you
* You post 5 things about yourself that you haven’t already mentioned on your blog
* You tag 5 people about whom you’d like to know more

So…five things about me that I haven’t posted…

1) When I met my husband back at UCLA I called my mom to tell her I was dating the man I was going to marry. Her response was something like, “and how’s the weather…?”
We broke up (I wrote a vindictive play, had it produced at school–which he came to see–and miraculously we stayed friends). That was 1989. In 1994 one of my students gave me a little stone box made from the same stone as the Temple in Jerusalem. She told me it was a little wish box. I was to write a wish down on a piece of paper, put it in the box and it would come true. That night I wrote, “I want to be happy, laughing, and in love for the rest of my life.” I’d never made a wish like that before (usually I would have mentioned someone’s name…). Now the legend part:

That night in New York, a breeze blew into Andrew’s room overlooking Christopher Street and rustled the pages of his address book. It opened to my name.

He realized I was still in LA and he would be there in a month to watch rehersals of one of his plays. On a whim he called me. Asked if I would like to come see a rehersal.
Understand, I had NEVER gotten over him. At all. I’d dated, but there was never anyone quite as perfect for me as he. So, duh, I made plans to see him in a month. I spent that month deciding what to wear…So…we saw each other, we tried to spend every waking moment with each other, he went back to NY and…six months later we were engaged; seven months later on July 7, 1995 I arrived in NY…
Never looked back.

2) The “legend” block quote above is the only part of the story that isn’t literally true.

3) I read Tarot with uncanny accuracy. My mom and great grandmother “know things” though they never give it any creedance.

4) I have never planned my future. Everything in my life that’s worked out has been a complete surprise. My husband, my home, my kids…it’s all a glorious serendipitous melange. There are certainly things I’ve worked for (my degrees, my jobs, my writing, my marriage) but I was never the type to sit down and say, plan my wedding when I was fifteen. I guess that’s why I’m rarely diappointed. Lots of happy accidents…and some not so happy accidents too.

5) I’ve lived through many potential disasters. Between 1967 and 1994 I lived through every SoCal earthquake. I left CA for AZ—they stopped. I moved back to UCLA, they started again. I was about four blocks away from the LA riots in the wake of the Rodney King verdict (living alone in a ground floor apartment with HUGE picture windows in the front. FUN!). Then 9/11. I look at this as a positive: I’m still here. But some of my friends have noted that being NEAR me might not be so safe.

There it is. Now I have to tag five people, and I choose:

Accordion Girl (my Squidster, though it’ll probably take her a bit to answer back)
Mrs. Pilkington (NY Blogging/fiber friend)
NapTimeKnitter (and Kate has the Most Gorgeous baby girl for whom she also has a blog)
Yarn-a-Go-Go (SOAR buddie)
MissyB (SOAR buddie)
And a bonus!
Spinneret (Craftlit listener who’s Blog I love)