Back on Our Own

After a wonderful family Christmas,  Hubby and I got a reservation at a local Residence Inn to wait out the restoration of our fire damaged house.  As much as I  love my family, I also love having my own space, as do my granddaughters  who cheered to get the news that their rooms would again be only their own again.

We are thankful our daughter and her family welcomed us while we got our bearings while adjusting to our new circumstances.

Some old stuff had to be cleared out, to the benefit of the local Goodwill, to make room for our invasion.   Thank goodness for our good insurance coverage.  Never did I seriously think I would ever have to take advantage of my insurance, but I faithfully paid my premium every month for 46+ years.

We have also continuously had insurance coverage on our automobiles, all our personal belongings including a rider on valuable items, and our life.  Health insurance was affordable thanks to our employers, but there were times between jobs that we suffered the insecurity of our health being uninsured for as long as 6 months at a time.

Some people believe all this insurance is unnecessary.  Over our life together, Hubby and I have had a to dip into all but the life insurance.  I have a growing belief that the day we do cash in on our life insurance is coming, but we hope to put that day off for as long as possible.

I suppose if we were wealthy we could be self-insured, but we have never been wealthy.  We are now, thankfully, average middle-class people.  Insurance helped when we were a struggling young couple expecting a baby, or needing an unexpected minor surgery requiring a hospital stay.  As we have gotten older, medical expenses seem to be growing exponentially, even as preventive medicine has become a staple of medical care.

I have a bad feeling, we ain’t seen nothing yet.

If Your Name Shortened is Bad

There are websites devoted to bad shortened names, where people publicize to the unsuspecting future parents the unfortunate shortening of a name that can lead to teasing.  This teasing is so distressing that normal children will withdraw to the point that their social development is compromised.

Many names, if shortened, are acceptable, sometimes even preferred.  Michael becomes Mike, Kristy becomes Kris, Allison becomes Ally, James becomes Jim, and no-one is really bothered.  But some otherwise delightful names, when shortened become a source of torture and pain.

April is a very nice name, but no-one ever shortened my name to A nor to Pril.   April, when shortened, becomes unpleasant enough that I wanted to legally name in the third grade, but my parents refused to consider any change.  The idea that I could have changed to using my middle name never occurred to me, and was never suggested.  I was stuck without options.

Not only other children shortened my name, but sometimes teachers, employers, other relatives. Nobody who loved or respected me ever shortened my name.  I did have a nickname in middle school, Peanut, and I like that just fine.  As I got older I learned how to stop most people from shortening my name.  If you call me anything other than my given name, I just don’t answer, because how would I know you are talking to me.  Some people for insist I am being over-sensitive.  One cousin who insisted upon shortening my name, after the third time and fair warning, got a very small amount of  Diet-Cola poured into her freshly styled hair.

I admit pouring cola on someone’s head is not a mature reaction.  It would have been better to say my goodbyes, which ultimately and irrevocably has occurred.  Saying our goodbyes is the best decision to make when someone refuses to use the name you prefer.  If James prefers to be called James, to insist on calling him Jim is disrespectful.

Our name is part of our identity and  we have the right to be called what we want.  We have the right to demand that respect from everyone.  Those who refuse to give us that respect deserve to be left in the dust..

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