Weekend Assignment #121

I'm going to do Scalzi's Weekend Assignment this week.  Don't everyone faint at once.

It's a really interesting one, so I just have to play along: Weekend Assignment #121: This One Goes To Eleven!

Weekend Assignment #121: Do whatever you want, so long as it somehow involves the number 11. Memories of being eleven, lists that have eleven positions on them, collections of eleven similar objects -- hey, whatever you want. As long as the number eleven is somehow involved, it's all good. For those of you thinking about being sneaking and using binary notation: no "11, base 2." We're talking binary number 1011 here, pal.

Extra credit: Grab a book, open it to page 11, and write out the 11th sentence.

I don't have any interesting "11" stories, except that when Andrew was little he liked to tell me whenever it was 11 minutes past eleven.  "Hey, Mom, look!  It's eleven eleven!"  Then he'd just laugh like it was the funniest thing!  Even now, whenever I happen to glance at a clock when it is 11:11, I think of that and hear his little boy voice.

 

Now, how about 11 things on my desk at this moment:

 

1. a bowl containing Starburst candy (my sister Lois made the bowl in her pottery class, and I used to keep it on my desk at work, filled with Starburst)

 

2.  my car keys

 

3.  a smiley face "You Make The Difference" ball

 

4.  a cup containing pens and pencils

 

5.  another hand-thrown piece of pottery, gratis my sister Lois, containing highlighters, scissors and markers

 

6.  my cell phone

 

7.  my sunglasses

 

8.  my printer

 

9.  my computer, of course

 

10.  a coaster

 

11.  a vase of flowers

 

And finally, a book chosen at random off my shelves, page eleven, the eleventh sentence:  "The reviews had been excellent, and she was beginning to think it was time to start another book, although she had no idea what sort of book it ought to be."  from DEATH AT WHITECHAPEL by Robin Paige.