This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
I like to cook, so "oven" would have been a fair entry, but an oven especially for drying hops and malt means ever so much more to me.
When I was a kid I got to go to a camp one summer for girls who were good at math. It was supposed to help us stay interested in math (or science) rather than wimp out and end up English majors. Sorry, Dr. Fox! Every week was something different; I loved architecture week, which is where I learned about this curve.
Could be my new home if squirrely ole Brian ever gets around to making it so.
The only annoying thing about Raymond Chandler. (Poodle Springs doesn't count.)
My uncle who wasn't really an uncle but the sort of family friend kids are made to call uncle thought this was a great name for me. Apparently my sister mispronounced my name this way when she was little; this guy just couldn't let it go.
Cool rock, also my birthstone.
My parents' first car I remember was a Kadett with a black interior that was torture in the summer.
I like words, alright? My very name just happens to be wrapped around this one, as a matter of fact.
We camped at White Sands on a full moon night. It was spectacular. The rangers will warn you about the oryx herd wandering the park--leftovers from a misguided effort to introduce hunting stock way back when. We didn't catch sight of any. Guess we'll have to go back.
On the same camping trip, which included much more than White Sands but much less New Mexico than I'd have liked (we were only there a month), I brought along a copy of Metamorphoses for our evening entertainment. We never made it out of Book the Second, though. Christopher acquired a copy of Poisonous Insects of the Southwest, which made infinitely more compelling reading (and re-reading) given the circumstances.