Diana, of Piffle, asked:
Have you told us how you and Neil got together? Tales of radical feminism? Odd holiday traditions?
Neil and I met via mutual friends, with a little twist of the Internet thrown in. There was this local group that we both came out to visit once in awhile, and it had an email list. He was first attracted to me because of what I wrote on the email list, but we kept missing each other at the group's real life functions. Eventually, he got assertive in meeting me, and the rest just fell into place.
Tales from my radical feminism days? hmmm.... several rewrites later, all I have to say is ...that's a post for another day. And one I'll have to give some considerable thought.
Here's a link to Wikipedia's page about Radical Feminism 'though. I think they sum it up nicely.
Now, by 'odd holiday traditions', I'll presume you mean Christmas, and not Thanksgiving, since up here in Canada, we did Thanksgiving more then a month ago.
Nope, no odd traditions here..... I like a traditional turkey dinner, lights on houses, christmas trees, presents.... the usual. I suppose the oddest thing comes with Neil. He seems to have this need to put a christmas present on the shelf for me earlier and earlier every year.
This year, it was in the first few days of November. Nearly two months ahead of time. And it's a big one, gets in the way, and collects dust bunnies at the floor that I have to vacuum up. Really, I think I should just open it and get it out of the way, yes?
I mean, just because I like to peek at the last few pages of the book, and shake presents, and try to see what labelling is on the package when they arrive in the mail .... that doesn't mean that something shiny and pretty and unknown tortures me at all. Not at all.....nope, not this girl.
I'm just thinking of the dust bunnies... really, that's all.