tagged...a diversion

I came home from the funeral at 3:00 this afternoon and slept for 3 hours before I dragged myself awake so I wouldn't be up in the middle of the night. I'm waiting for my brother to call and tell me he arrived home safely: he drove to NJ from Pittsburgh last night, arriving at 5:30 this morning -- and left for home at 3:00 this afternoon.

In the meantime, being tagged seems as good a diversion and end to the long week as anything. I've been tagged so many times that I'm running out of random factoids about myself. The rules are as follows: 1. Link to the person who tagged you. 2. Post the rules on your blog. 3. Write six random things about yourself. 4. Tag six people at the end of your post. 5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. 6.Let the tagger know your entry is up. This time, I've been tagged by TWO people. Argh. Here's the deal: they will remain anonymous; I'll try not to repeat the things from prior taggings and I will not tag anybody else. 1. I'll take salty over sweet and pungent over mild, every time. 2. Haagen Dazs is the only brand of ice cream I buy. 3. Dishes in the sink make me crazy. 4. My paper towel holder is 28 years old. 5. By the time I was 28 years old I had 2 kids and had owned a house for 4 years. 6. When I am engrossed in a book, I become deaf to the world. I meant to post last week about a wonderful book by Molly Bang, Picture This: How Pictures Work but got sidetracked. My friend Randy brought it to share at our crit group and it is being passed around. Since I prefer to own books (mostly because I will invariably spill something on a borrowed book).It is simple, direct, and has already caused me to change the orientation of a piece I was not happy with. Terrific book!

And with that, I am off to bed, with or without my brother's phone call. Tomorrow I must do my printmaking homework for tomorrow night's class.