Question du jour

What name do you wish you had?

I've never much cared for my first name; I defaulted to my middle name in high school, fiddled with the spelling a bit, and gone that ever since.

I've considered changing it, and who knows---maybe I will one of these days. The two hottest contenders are Lillian, because it's a family name AND makes me think of 19th century BBW celeb Lillian Russell or Clancy, which has a completely different vibe. It's clearly Irish, reflects a female metrosexual image, IMO, and calls to mind Hayley Mills's character in The Trouble With Angels.

I seem to be on the cusp of reinventing myself; I'd like to see my 60s, thanks, and maybe even my 70s. It may be a matter of, who do I have to be to do the things I want to do. There's an 80s Oingo Boingo song that asks "Who do you want to be today?" that I've often asked myself while getting dressed. I think that's expanded to, "Who do I want to be for the rest of my life?"

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Question du jour

What name do you wish you had?

I've never much cared for my first name; I defaulted to my middle name in high school, fiddled with the spelling a bit, and gone that ever since.

I've considered changing it, and who knows---maybe I will one of these days. The two hottest contenders are Lillian, because it's a family name AND makes me think of 19th century BBW celeb Lillian Russell or Clancy, which has a completely different vibe. It's clearly Irish, reflects a female metrosexual image, IMO, and calls to mind Hayley Mills's character in The Trouble With Angels.

I seem to be on the cusp of reinventing myself; I'd like to see my 60s, thanks, and maybe even my 70s. It may be a matter of, who do I have to be to do the things I want to do. There's an 80s Oingo Boingo song that asks "Who do you want to be today?" that I've often asked myself while getting dressed. I think that's expanded to, "Who do I want to be for the rest of my life?"

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And so it goes....

I'm still feeling codswalloped by BC's passing. This morning, NJ and Stellar (their daughter) turned up on my doorstep mere minutes after I'd crawled out of bed. She wanted to make sure I'd heard and bring me up to speed. No viewing. Cremation, and a memorial service in June when GK is in town. NJ says she isn't up to planning anything at the moment, and I'm in sympathy with that. This way, everyone gets to grieve privately for a while, then we'll have the memorial/a family get-together and closure.

Per her, the medical examiner should have answers in a few days, but apparently he'd been vomiting the night before. He hadn't complained of any pain, and according to NJ, he was sleeping on his stomach, so I'm wondering if he might have vomited again and aspirated it? She was there at the time, though, and says he was quiet. IDK.

I called BigRed at work after they left---we were all in school together---and broke the news. I didn't want to do it over the weekend, because I know she participates in her church choir and didn't want to sandbag her in case she had a performance. She was shocked, but not surprised, which seems to be the consensus.

In the middle of all this, I found out that the post office has been returning my mail. I went down there a little while ago, and they've agreed to give me til Saturday to get the new box installed. (No pressure, or anything.) They'll hold everything til then, which is good; I have a skirt and some books coming.

To try to tone down all this bleakness a smidge, here's a vid for a song that BC loved. I remember him introducing me to it back in the day, in the apartment he and NJ were in when they got married, circa 1984-85. Favorite line: "The sign said clearance to the 12' line, but the chickens were stacked up 13-9...."

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And so it goes....

I'm still feeling codswalloped by BC's passing. This morning, NJ and Stellar (their daughter) turned up on my doorstep mere minutes after I'd crawled out of bed. She wanted to make sure I'd heard and bring me up to speed. No viewing. Cremation, and a memorial service in June when GK is in town. NJ says she isn't up to planning anything at the moment, and I'm in sympathy with that. This way, everyone gets to grieve privately for a while, then we'll have the memorial/a family get-together and closure.

Per her, the medical examiner should have answers in a few days, but apparently he'd been vomiting the night before. He hadn't complained of any pain, and according to NJ, he was sleeping on his stomach, so I'm wondering if he might have vomited again and aspirated it? She was there at the time, though, and says he was quiet. IDK.

I called BigRed at work after they left---we were all in school together---and broke the news. I didn't want to do it over the weekend, because I know she participates in her church choir and didn't want to sandbag her in case she had a performance. She was shocked, but not surprised, which seems to be the consensus.

In the middle of all this, I found out that the post office has been returning my mail. I went down there a little while ago, and they've agreed to give me til Saturday to get the new box installed. (No pressure, or anything.) They'll hold everything til then, which is good; I have a skirt and some books coming.

To try to tone down all this bleakness a smidge, here's a vid for a song that BC loved. I remember him introducing me to it back in the day, in the apartment he and NJ were in when they got married, circa 1984-85. Favorite line: "The sign said clearance to the 12' line, but the chickens were stacked up 13-9...."

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