Share Your World – March 27, 2017

Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)?

I don’t have a middle name. I didn’t get one.

My brother and sister got middle names, but not me. I have spent a lifetime hoping I’d get at least a decent nickname, but alas. Nothing. In all these years, no one called me Chuck or Fishface or Supergirl.

You’d think someone would have done it by now. How many more years need I wait for that great moment of epiphany when someone looks at me and says: “I love you, Chuck.”

Music or silence while working?

It depends on what I’m doing. If I’m writing, less noise is better. Mostly, I ignore noise if I’m busy. I worked in a lot of offices with lots of people and worked at home too — with dogs and kids and telephones.

I can pretty much make sound disappear. And now that my hearing is getting worse, I don’t have to try nearly as hard.

I love music, but not as background. If there is music on, I want to listen to it. If it’s just on, it’s noise.

If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?

I have no idea what that might be. I keep my jewelry in jewelry boxes. My coffee in coffee canisters and tea in tea canister. I hang pictures on the wall. Have pottery on shelves. And put rugs on the floor. I’m not sure what else I might want to put in its own special place.

I think I’ve passed the “hiding my diary” thing. Pretty sure.

The Never List: What are things you know you never will do?

Wear high heels. I would fall over. Kerplunk.

Categories: Humor, Personal, Photography

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16 replies

  1. What’s to stop you from choosing another name? My aunt was named Sarah and she changed her name to Holly. I only ever knew her as Aunt Holly.
    I have the classical music station on the radio on when I paint. I slip into another world at those times.
    As for those NEVER things, I don’t like to think of never, but on the other hand sky diving would be right up there as number one. I still wear a slight heel in a shoe. (those high heels look so pretty)


  2. Well Marilyn, another thing we have in common. My sisters all got middle names but I didn’t. What a drag.

    As for nicknames, I had a couple…the “kids can be cruel” kind. From 6th grade through mid-high school, they called me “essie the Cow” (my last name was Bessey), and, much worse, they called me “Busty”! Because I wasn’t!!

    I was the last girl I knew to get even (what we then called) a “training bra”. Training for what, I never understood.

    But Oh, I wish they could see ’em now! They finally GREW in my 40’s. So did all my sisters’.

    I have one sister who got teased about hers so much (she ran the front desk at the Waikiki Sheraton for years) that her fellow employees had a special t-shirt made that said “Don’t stare! Grow your own!”


  3. I agree to no high heels. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€


  4. Who loves ya, Fishface?? πŸ˜‰

    Thanks for sharing!



  5. Most people are pretty happy of they didn’t get a nickname (at school, at least!).


  6. Marilyn does it nicely for me. The more names you have the more to write on official documents and the more mistakes to be made. I am also very good at ignoring noise. Bringing up four kids you learn to let it melt into the background.


    • That was how I did it. I still ignore most noise. Sometimes Garry things I’m ignoring him, but I’m just not paying attention. Usually, I’m writing and nothing gets through to me until I’m done.

      I would have liked a nickname. Everyone had one, except me πŸ™‚

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      • I call Marcel “love” because I am not good at pronouncing French names and he calls me love as well. I am also not so available when writing. Have to concentrate.


        • Garry calls me “mar” and I call him “gar,” but I don’t think these are nicknames. We also call each other “dear” and “sweetie” and my favorite “hey there!” Garry had real nicknames at work. His old colleagues on Facebook still call him “Kaching.” It’s the sound a cash register makes. Or used to make, a long time ago.


  7. And that’s my three cents (which isn’t worth much any more) snickers loudly


  8. Get any younger, although if young a heart counts, I’m already there.
    Skydiving? If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving isn’t for you!
    Being the risk taker I am (not) I’ll never rob a bank! Your money’s safe!


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