Lefties of the World Unite!

Did you know today is (Woohoo!) Left-handers’ Day? Here’s a repost of a piece I posted for Left-hander’s Day a couple of years ago. If you insist on new material, try A Salute to Southpaws for Left-Handers’ Day (mental_floss Blog).

Are you a southpaw? I am. Today, August 13th, is Left-Handers’ Day, our day to celebrate our right to be left-handed.

If you’re like me, you’re happy to be left-handed. It’s just one distinction among many, but I’m glad it’s there.

Although, to be truthful, I go through life not thinking much about my left-handedness except when someone hands me a pen across a desk so I can sign something. Reaching out to grab hold with my left hand always makes for an awkward second or two. And then there’s the bank. My bank has little pen stands fastened on the right, which means I have to reach across and bring the pen over to the left, and then write with the pesky pen cord running across my paper. It’s little annoyances like this that remind me that being left-handed does occasionally make a bit of a difference.

Things Lefties Might Find Difficult

From the Left-Handers’ Day page, here’s a list of things that left-handers can find difficult. I’m going to go through the list and comment on whether I have trouble with each item. If you’re left-handed, why don’t you do this, too?

1. Crossing other peoples paths/position on pavement. I don’t think I have more trouble with this than everyone else does, but I’m not sure that I’d know if I did.

2. Hugging. Hmmm…I will have to admit that I’m an awkward social hugger, but I think that’s more because I’m not much into social hugging in the first place. Stand-offishness would describe my usual attitude to touchy things in public. I’d really rather not, but I am making an effort to become better at these kinds of physical displays of affections because they seem to matter a whole lot to some people I like.

3. Taking neighbours drink/bread roll at dining table. This is one mistake I do not make. Hooray for me.

4. Direction of work, decorating/painting rooms. Yep, I do everything from left to right. Painting a room, loading a dishwasher, washing counters or walls. Starting on the right would seem oh-so very wrong.

5. Being helped to put on a jacket. My husband was left-handed, too, so we were perfectly in-sync when it came to these things. That’s why I married him. Being left-handed meant I was the perfect helper (left-hand woman, perhaps?) on his many projects. I knew instinctively which hand would take the tool I was handing, and he used different hands for different tools in a way that would make sense only to another left-hander. Scissors, for instance, force you to use them right-handed or they don’t cut well. And the guards on many power tools are placed for use with the right hand. When my husband and I worked in the kitchen together, we never got in each other’s way, something I can’t say for the times my daughters and I work together in the kitchen.

6. Receiving change. It does confuse people when you hold out your left hand for the coins.

7. Putting children’s socks and shoes on. My kids got used to their parents’ backward ways.

8. Using your left-hand as a point of reference when giving directions. Well yes, always. Does this make a difference?

9. Feeling more comfortable sitting on the left hand side of things. If I can, I always sit on the left side. Being on the right of an auditorium or theatre or church discombobulates me. Is this just a left-handed thing, or do righties feel a sense of unease when they sit on the left side of things?

10. Putting belts on upside down. Huh? There’s a right side up on belts?

11. Visualise things the opposite way around. I’m not sure. What does this mean, exactly?

12. Trouble opening/locking locks. Not that I’ve noticed.

13. Work stations flow the opposite way around. Oooh yes! Since both my husband and I were left-handed, the family computers were always set up tilted for a lefty and with the mouse on the left. It’s another one of those parental quirks the children had to get used to. Right now, on my desk computer, the mouse is on the left and I’ve changed the configuration so that the two sides of the mouse are opposite what they were originally. None of my children has ever grown accustomed to that. (Updated Aug 13, 2010 to add that I’ve reconfigured my laptop mousepad as well.)
    

14. Organising files “back to front”. I’m pretty sure I don’t do this, because if I did, I’d probably know what this means.

Lefties and Hair Whorl Direction

Did you know that one of the things associated with left-handedness is the direction of the hair whorl on the back of your head? Right-handers tend to have clock-wise whorls and left-handers’ whorls tend to turn counter clock-wise. This is not always the case, mind you, but it occurs frequently enough that the correlation has been noted by researchers into left-handedness.

My whorl turns counter-clockwise. And I’ve noticed that I part my hair on the right side, while most side parters part their hair on the left. The right side is where my hair parts naturally and I assume that’s related to my backwards whorl direction. What about you? Do you fit the pattern or not?

Writing Left-Handed

Being left-handed can make writing more complicated. Lefties often write in an awkward (and painfully slow) over-handed way, or make a mess of things by smearing the ink with their hand. Being taught correct left-handed writing technique can prevent some of the leftie problems, but many teachers don’t know how to help little leftie learners. I am thankful that my mother and my first grade teacher both took the time to learn how to teach me to write as a left-hander should.

If you have a left-handed child, here’s a video that will explain some of the problems your left-handed writer might have and show how you can make writing easier for them.

If you’re a leftie, leave a comment to let me know. If you have lefties in your family, I want to know that, too.

Reading Biographies: Spurgeon

I’m reading Arnold Dallimore’s Spurgeon along with Tim Challies and others. This week, we read chapters 12-14 of this biography of Charles Spurgeon. Chapter 12 told of the almhouses and orphanages run by Spurgeon and his church. Chapter 13 described the illnesses that both Spurgeon and his wife  Susannah suffered over the years. Chapter 14 focused on Susannah Spurgeon and her ministry work.

Most interesting to me was the description of the orphanage built by Spurgeon:

The orphanage was planned according to certain concepts Spurgeon had developed. It was not to be like the average institution for needy children, with the younsters quartered in a barracklike building, all dressed alike and made to feel they were objects of charity. It was to be several individual homes—the buildings joined together and forming a continuous row—each home to house fourteen boys and to be under the care of a matron who acted as a mother to the lads. There was to be discipline, education, and Christian instruction, with kindness and sport and individuality.

I visited an orphange when I was young, and it was nothing like this. I’m impressed that Spurgeon came up with such an innovative and thoughtful plan for caring for the children. What’s more, Spurgeon was generous with the children in other ways. They had a pool, and everyone learned to swim. Spurgeon knew almost all of them by name. When he visited, he carried pennies and gave each child one of them. It considered it especially important to visit any child who was sick in the infirmary.

What a picture of a man who loved—even needy children—as Christ loved!

Mrs. Spurgeon, too, showed the love of Christ to others. Her ministry was helping poor pastors and their families by sending books, clothing, blankets and money to them.

Now our governments take care of needy children and poor families, and churches (at least any I know) aren’t involved in this kind of service to people right around them to the same extent the Metropolitan Tabernacle was. I’m not sure that’s an unqualified good thing.

Thankful Thursday

I had a million things on my to-do list today, but I ended up spending almost the whole afternoon in the back yard

• soaking in the sun and fresh air
• playing with the dogs
• chatting with family, friends and neighbours.

I’m thankful that I can take an occasional unplanned day off when the weather is good and people pop by. I’m thankful for sun and fresh air and my pleasant back yard. I’m thankful for family, friends and neighbors. If I didn’t think another mention in a Thankful Thursday post might go to their heads, I’d say I was thankful for the dogs, too.

I’m thankful for a clothesline and good weather for drying clothes, so that my broken and still unrepaired (or unreplaced) dryer hasn’t stressed me at all…yet.

I’m thankful for an abundant—okay, overabundant—raspberries. (Do you want a pint or two?)

I’m thankful that all my circumstances are in the hands of my trustworthy God.

On Thursdays throughout this year, I plan to post a few thoughts of thanksgiving along with Kim at the Upward Call and others. Why don’t you participate by posting your thanksgiving each week, too? It’ll be an encouragement to you and to others, I promise.