"You're an amazing, creative cook, and you love plants and animals pretty much equally. You're an avid reader, an inspired writer, and you hated going to most of your classes in college when it was springtime and the flowers were out."
Yeah, that's right... I had been known to ditch Old English and Logic because it was too pretty outside.
Although that was a glowing review, the first story that Clara would actually tell you about me is that she had to physically haul me away from the bacteria mats in Yellowstone. I really wanted to touch one. We figured I might have lost a finger but that doesn't really seem to take the edge off my desire to do something amazingly stupid.
Let's see. I'm just going to make this way, way, way too long. Here's a list of things you should know:
I use my turn signal, even in parking lots. I let people merge in traffic because its good karma. My cats are named after black and white horror movie stars and Mark Twain characters. I keep forgetting that they make cars without proper carburetors- for the last 25 years or so. I prefer the drive-in to the latest, shiniest innovation in theaters. I sing off key and with enthusiasm, as long as someone else is also doing this at the same time. I lose track of time kicking apart ice chunks with my boots. I don't watch the news or read the paper. I take pictures of trees. I make up words or use them the wrong way on purpose.
I am complicated, an old soul, and intellectual doormat.