I made a huge realisation today: I’m left-handed in mugs! OK I can hold a mug in my right hand without spilling stuff, but for preference I used the left. So whenever I’m writing I have to stop in order to drink. How strange is that, that I never realised it before?
Handedness is weird. I mean, why are most people right-handed? Why is it not more evenly spread? Yes, I know that historically, there was prejudice against left-handedness, giving rise to the modern meaning of the word ‘sinister’, but that doesn’t happen any more and still there’s a majority of right-handers out there. Now, what I usually tell people about myself is that I’m left-handed in writing and right-handed in everything else. For most practical tasks I use the right hand: I wash up with it (hey! wouldn’t you think they’d make rubber gloves with the right hand stronger than the left?) I use garden tools with it, I play guitar without having to re-string it and I even open doors with my North Paw (I assume that’s what it is, since left-handers are called ‘South-Paws’). So, until today I thought there was only one thing I did left-handed: writing. And now I find that I’m left-handed in drinking! You’d think I’d have noticed that, having been a serious drinker in the past. Sheesh!
OK so here’s your task for today: to notice if there are any things you do with a different hand from your usual one. And then let me know! Also – do you have any interesting features to your handedness? Are you ambidextrous – or do you use a different hand for writing than for other tasks?
So: yesterday was fun – I was looking through my diary from 2008, the year I started this blog. Hey! Soon it will be lizardyoga’s 5-year anniversary! I should do something to celebrate – but I don’t know what. Any suggestions? There’s probably some kind of app on wordpress that makes a scatter-graph of your data and then turns it into a coaster or something. So maybe I should do that.
Anyway, I was extracting some poems from that diary which might be promising. Here’s one:
So, lacking a person from Porlock
I’m forced to unfasten the doorlock
compounding the sin
a sign: please come in
and giving a tug on the forelock.
And… if you don’t know who or what a ‘person from Porlock’ is, here’s a link: