On a long flight to Scotland for choir tour in college, I had traded my aisle seat to a tall tenor and was sitting in the middle seat. At one point I took a break from my book and was listening to a conversation the tenor was having with other choir members across the aisle. The tenor turned, looked at me, and said “You’re so weird.” To this day, I still don’t know what it was about my listening to him talk about his bag of lucky rocks that prompted the comment. At the time, I was a little hurt. But perhaps the tenor was right. I might be a little weird, but I’m coming to terms with it. I’m a geek. I have pointy elf ears to go with my Galadriel costume, and just got an Autographed Tron Light Disc replica. I kind of want to learn Chinese so I can speak like a Browncoat. My common sense knows there are no such things as elves and unicorns, but a little corner of me still sort of believes in them anyway. My faith is a work in progress, but all of me believes in God. Occasionally I get homesick for the Highlands of Scotland, even though I have lived all my life in Michigan. I sing when I’m happy, or sad, or energized, or bored. There are days when I am very lonely. Sometimes I stand on my furniture at home because sitting down or standing normally is boring. I love bagpipes, bass guitars, Irish whistles, electric guitars, bodhrans, flutes, pianos, and just about any other instrument you can think of, including the human voice. I had a Life is Good spare tire cover on my 11-year-old Jeep Wrangler (which I recently sold, but still miss). I dance when no one is looking. I talk to my animals as if they understand and could answer. I love to crank up good music in the car or at home. There are a million things I dream of trying if I can find the right person to share in the adventure. Weird is good.
About Strider & Luna:
As this blog progresses, I am sure you will hear plenty about Strider and Luna, so I figured I should introduce them too. Strider is my dog. I adopted him from Animal Control in July of 2008. He’s a mutt of some kind. I’m not sure what his dominant breed is, though the primary theory is Irish Wolfhound, and I instantly fell in love with his Wolfie-face. He’s a hound of many faces, and many nicknames. Among them: Fuzzy-mutt, Horseface, and Big-dog. Luna is my little black kitty. I adopted her from the Humane Society in September of 2012. She is beautiful, sweet, and has the softest fur. She doesn’t have many nicknames yet, but I’m sure she’ll earn some eventually.