If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?
I’d go for something matrilineal. Suna ní Brighid in Irish Gaelic would be my first choice. That’s vaguely in my heritage. Daughter of Brigid.
I’m not sure if Sweden, another background ethnicity of mine, still allows matrilineal names anymore, since they have strict naming rules. If so, I could be Ada Edwinsdottir. Uh. Anyway, I also like Maeve. That’s Irish. And Ada.
I could also take on my spouse’s name like a good little child of the patriarchy. I’d be SueAnn K Bruns. But I’m not. So anyway, I’m not changing my name.
And I’m not telling long stories, since I just used my blogging time being Facebook Technical Support for my 78–year-old friend who wanted to make a page. Just like when I’m at work, I realize that things are only easy for me because I’ve practiced. Most software is mystifying when you first try to do anything. I’m sure my friend will be just fine!
So, here are highlights:
- I saw three kinds of swallows at the Walkers Creek Bridge.
- I also watched a very large raccoon ambling along the creek bank.
- Farther back on the creek bank I saw the bobcat again! It was drinking from the creek. Aww.
- Next I heard a very loud Yellow-crowned Night Heron who then swooped right over me. That is a lot of creek action.
- When I went to the tack room to feed the horses, I discovered Butternut the hen had been locked inside. She had plenty to eat, since she loves horse food and there was spillage.
- This all balanced out a couple of sad things around here, so all in all, it’s fine.
Tomorrow we go on a trip! Somewhere hot but less humid! Kathleen will carefully go outside to take care of horses and chickens. Luckily, Apache now takes his medication like a pro as long as it’s buried in sweet feed.
The Hermits' Rest 