I am right handed, but I can do a lot of things, but certainly not everything, with my left hand. I think it was probably because of years and years of piano. I can do the Vulcan greeting as well, plus put my hands flat on a table and lift my fourth fingers well over an inch without lifting any other fingers, which most people cannot do.
I can get by on most stringed instruments (meaning, those with a neck), but a piano is torture. I can play the left hand fine…I can play the right hand fine…I cannot play the two simultaneously.
Vulcan thingy, both hands, no problem. Finger lift…left hand yes, right hand, not as much.
Sense of direction is spot-on. When I first arrived in the UK, I had to fetch my car from Ipswich, so I rode over with a guy who was shipping his back to the US, and he promptly fell asleep as soon as we started the trip back.
Ipswich back to Upper Heyford in Oxfordshire is no small journey, and there aren’t any motorways, it’s all A roads, through a lot of twists and turns in towns and cities along the way, but I made it back with no mistakes and no map…to the disbelief of my sleeping guide.
MrsT is fine that way, though she navigates off of landmarks, where I’m more of a directional person. Her problem is, she never liked to drive on road trips because driving made her sleepy, but she could never read a map in a moving car because that made her carsick. That meant the driver (me) had to have a pretty good idea of the route ahead of time, and it’s probably why I still prefer a paper map/road atlas to GPS. I like to see the big picture.
What else…chopsticks, MrsT is deft with those, I can almost manage to get food to my mouth with them.
MrsT is predominantly left-handed (as was her dad), and I’m predominantly right-handed (as is everyone in my family), though she’s more mixed-handed than I am. She writes with her left and throws with her right, for example. I can write with both hands, no problem, but that’s about it.
Those around here for longer know. But I will see if I can still do it.
