the meme is ‘5 idiosynchrasies’. Tagged is Thuy.

The photo is a pictoral of idiosynchrasy #1. No, it’s not that i do not have a pinky finger (i have two, actually), but when i walk, i often touch each finger to my thumb, forward and backwards. As i do this i count, because…

Idiosynchrasy #2

I like numbers.

Many times, especially when walking or knitting, i will count steps or stitches or whatever. If i am walking i’ll count in sets of 4 or 8 if i don’t think about it. When knitting, well, my counting doesn’t have to have anything to do with what i am actually doing. The numbers are the point, not what they mean, don’t you know? No? Geez, what is wrong with you?

Idiosynchrasy #3

I like to flex my muscles.

Not at the beach flexing or anything like that. Just every so often i flex a muscle, almost a twitch, except that i am fully aware that i am doing it. It is a NEED. Why? To see that the muscle still works, that it hasn’t dropped off? Who knows.

Idiosynchrasy #4

I hate the smell of tomato catsup.

Actually, i hate catsup. But i also hate the smell of it. To the extent that if you are going to insist on putting catsup on your plate i would please ask you very nicely to put it on the side of the plate that is not next to me. Thank you.

Idiosynchrasy #5

I wiggle my nose.

This may be related to idiosynchrasy #3, but i wiggle my nose a lot. Just kind of scrunch it for no reason. Nothing to do with catsup.

And these are the things i am willing to share. Oh dear.

Last weekend i said to sop, “why don’t we go out to the lake next weekend and shoot?” Neither of us has been able to get out and really SHOOT for way too long, so sunday morning, we loaded up the gear and the d-o-g and headed out west.

where the salt runs free

evidence of expert markmen

and with the start of deer hunt weekend here in utah, we headed out with our Canons (oh, and my Nikon and Mamiya and sop’s Minolta) and mostly avoided gunfire.

stop here! gun fire just around the bend

after turning around from various ‘no trespassing’ signs, we found this place:

Clearly deserted but with hints that me may not be the first to venture onto the property.

these guys ruel!

good as new

HX

i sure hope Boyd didn’t forget

and dry your hands afterwards

more view than room

exit

with winter just around the corner, and us heading toward said corner at about 80mph, SOP figured it was time to get the wood in the back split.As usual, he managed to entice me into joining him in this evening of fun and hilarity (hilarity provided by my first-ever attempts at lof splitting).

giving in a go

with not much success

and a few (well, not SO few) tries later…

sop has finally made a real woman of me

don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed spliiting wood. If you ever need some anger management, please stop on by, i have just the thing…

but look at the master in action…

does he look a little TOO happy?

follow-through

it should be a warm winter after all!

after a day of floor-leveling, paint picking, dog-walking and log-splitting, we settled in for an evening of drinks and cards

don’t tell sop, but i am about to whoop his butt!