soil and soap

I just finished scribbling a long post regarding the snowfall (currently sitting at 6-ish inches) and about MeDads birthday yesterday. I broke philosophical over the father /son struggle and offered up some amazingly insightful advice. Then, true to my klutzy nature, managed to delete every word of it. I have been telling my story on LJ for decades. You can go back and read all my February entries.

Rest In Peace, Grumpy
1942-2001

dont let your meat loaf

I like to think of myself as an open book. Several of the pages have been redacted but for the most part I don’t keep any secrets. I didn’t see any reason to. But I’m going to reveal something today that I have never revealed, to anyone, ever.

For the last couple of years I have very seriously considered changing my name to Vivian. I think that’s a great old-school name. We’re living in a fluid world where boys have girls names, girls have boys names and name wise everybody is trying to out stupid the other. I don’t think anyone would bat an eye if I introduce myself as Vivian or Viv. There are some historical precedents as well. Vivian Campbell, guitar player of the band Def Leppard. Vivian Vance, wacky neighbor to Lucille bBll and Vivian Stanshall noted English oddball.

If people ask me what I prefer to be called I will tell them 54 If they don’t understand why they are not worthy of being in my group of friends (which isn’t exactly all that great to start with)