Tagged by Lurkitty!

Oh dear - I've been tagged!

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog entry with five complete lies about yourself. That is, five things about you that are completely not true. Not even slightly. THEN hide in the entry a 6th line, something that is absolutely TRUE and the 1st person to guess which one is true wins :) then tag up to five people you want to turn into compulsive liars too.

1. I learned to downhill ski on Mt. Hood.
2. The first loss I experienced as a small child was that of my maternal grandfather.
3. I smoked pot in college (but only a few times).
4. During the cold war, I was the instigator behind visits to Soviet freighters by kids from my high school.
5. My name is Janis because my original due date was in January (Janus --> Janis, get it?); I ended up being born prematurely by C-section in late November, but my parents kept the name anyway.
6. We had a golden retriever who liked to lick my face when I was in grade school.


Hmm.... I tag 

 fastrr_pussycat

windsparrow

rowangolightly 

Green light!

The polls are an hour from closing here on the East Coast, and only one precinct (W. Virginia) has reported in. So we will do random commentary here on the pressing national issue,  Which Ar-Wahan statement is the Truth? meme (see previous entry) while dinner is prepared we wait for the results that may or may not come in from precincts in Central Time, Mountain Time and Pacific Time (although we know that precincts in Rocklin, CA, and Vancouver, WA, may not even see the ballot until 3 a.m. or later, and may not even vote when they do. We understand.).

This morning I completed my first week of radiation therapy. As you know, I look for signs and portents everywhere, or at least imagine them! ^_~ Here are a few:

1. The 45-minute drive to the hospital runs along the dreaded Route 9 Corridor. It is infamous for its red lights, congestion and delays.

On Monday, I hit every single light -- all green! I got to the hospital early.

2. On the way back, I was going to stop by Whole Foods to see if it carried striped/sea bass (see my last vacation post about that -- my husband ordered it at a restaurant and I'd never had it.  He gave me some. Yum. Stan had said it was hard to find out here. I told him I bet Whole Foods had it.). While at the Cape, I'd considered going back to the Consigning Women resale shop to look for a short-sleeved, loose, breatheable, beige shirt to wear with some pants and shorts I have. Never got to it. As I was pulling into the mall where Whole Foods is located, my Guardian Angel of Tag Sales and Classified Ads told me to check out the Marshall's store in the same mall. I shrugged and went in. She led me immediately to a sale rack and a Silkland 70% silk, 30% cotton shirt, size small (me)... $8. ("Compare at $26," said tag.)

Oh yes, I did find striped (sea) bass at Whole Foods, but that was logic, not woo-woo.

3. On Tuesday, I again hit every single light -- all green!

4. On Wednesday, as I thought about posting this, it struck me that there is another meaning to "Green Light" than "Go ahead, keep going ..." In another context:


Green Light is Healing Light.