I was nearly 8 years old when my baby sister was born. This was quite fortunate since I was well adept at reading. I was tired of my name. Nancy. So plain. The Sunday comics included a comic strip called Nancy. She hung out with her stupid little boyfriend named Russell, was very boring and cried all the time. Why would parents who love their child name her such a boring name? I assumed they had run out of originality by this point. I was, after all, their third child. There was Mike, then Suzy, after me they had Joey (short for Joanne) and finally Jene Marie. The "j" a soft French slur. It was fitting. We had a French surname. But clearly Jene Marie was their crowning glory. Do I hate for taking all the love from my parents and hogging it for herself? Of course not. She's my sister. She's my baby sister. But if I happen to feel the need to speak to her when she's at work, I always ask for her by using both names; Jene Marie (with the schwa). I don't want her...
Violent poetry.
ReplyDeleteI think we were channeling the same energy on the 4th - I'm so glad that's over.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are feeling better by now.
ReplyDeleteWHen you find that gun, send it my way when you are done. I've got some sort of bird outside my bedroom window that needs to work out his salvation on the other side
ReplyDeleteI am sorry about the noisy magpie. Our birds are very noisy at 4 am. This really irritate me, so I can completely understand!!
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