A Rose is a Rose...

It occurred to me, not all that long ago, that my naming days are over with. I have nothing left to name. My children are all born and named. I somehow know they won't let me name theirs if they ever get around to progenating. Paul and I agreed, no more pets. Ever. (Not because we don't adore them, but because they limit our ability for spontaneous mobility). I don't keep indoor plants, because of a lack of sunny windows. (I had a beautiful hibiscus I named Biscuit before moving here.) We don't want a boat, and it doesn't look like we're going to be building a highway or bridge in this lifetime. What's left?

This is a weird feeling. Sometimes I'll hear a name that I'd love to use, or a word that would make a great name. H and I were talking today, and she was describing that squiggly that the written spanish language uses, which she believes is called a 'tilde'. What a cool name that would be for a little girl - Tildy. But I'll never be able to give it to anything. *sigh*

Confession. I did name a few yard machines. Our log splitter is called Roscoe. When Paul bought it at the local tractor store, which also sells jewelry and shoes, go figure, the salesman there kept calling everyone 'Roscoe' and it seemed fitting that this machine should forever also bear that name. We also purchased a leaf shredder/branch chipper which I named Baby. We actually do refer to it as Baby, too. It hasn't grown up to be a real lawn mower yet.

We have a snow blower. Do you think it needs a name? Any suggestions?

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So I was sort of gutsy yesterday, and today, too, come to think of it. I had checked into the hotel at about 4 pm. I checked my email and took care of a few work items. Then decided I wanted to quickly go down the street to get a sandwhich at Panera's, bring it back and watch a movie. This meant moving my truck from my favorite parking spot which I was fortunate enough to snag. I need to explain why this is important to me. The spots at the hotel are very narrow. Not having a trunk, I have to pull everything out of an open side door, which can be tricky when I am trying not to dink the car next to me with my door. My favorite spot is on the end, by a little place where there is a picnic table, so I have a side where I can open the door fully and not worry. Anyhoo, as I was pulling out of the parking space, the thought entered my head that I have two orange cones in the back of my truck. Hmmmmm, I thought. Why not? I pulled ahead, hopped out, grabbed a cone and placed it at the front of the spot. Giggling I drove off. When I got back, there was my spot, still empty. I grabbed the cone, put it back into the bed of the truck, and slid right into my favorite spot. Hehehehe.

I didn't leave Maine until after two o'clock this afternoon, after having only some nuts and an apple to eat all day. I was pretty hungry, and one of my favorite places was on the way home. But it would mean eating alone in a restaurant, something I've only ever done once before. Like my truck was making the decision for me it veered off the highway at the correct exit, and I found myself at Longhorn's in Lowell Mass. This place makes the best steak tips in the world. I sauntered in, and pulled up a stool at the bar and asked the bartender to change the TV station to CNBC as he handed me a menu. I have never done that in my life, and I was totally comfortable. Who am I becoming, and do I need a new name???

Side note: I haven't had red meat in many months, so I sort of fell off the wagon. It's okay. The steak tips were very worth it, and I'll just refrain again for as long as I can.

My wish for you all is to find a tad bit of courage today to do something a little differently or try something new.

Peace