“What is your name please?” asked the polite travel counselor, who sounded like she was from Alabama and works for the cruise ship company hosting our spring trip. I groaned. Thinking here we go again. At Starbucks, I have given up and just use the name Betty. Everyone, it seems can pronounce and spell Betty. But here is my response to her question and how my attempt to make a change to my cruise ship cabin went…

• Me: Moira
• Agent: Myra?
• Me: Nope, Moira
• Agent: Moyria?
• Me: Nope, Moira
• Agent: Maria?
• Me: Nope
• Agent: How do you spell it again?
• Me: M O I R A
• Agent: oh, it ends in IRA, what if you went by IRA, that would be easier?
• Me: Nope
• Agent: Mo?
• Me: Nope
• Agent: Mo Mo?
• Me: Nope
• Agent: Well, okay Myra how can we help you today?

Sigh. This, after a discussion the night before with my friends that parents who think they are naming their kids something cute or unusual should spend a week using that supposedly cute name before they saddle their kids with a lifetime of “just call me Betty” . The agent really did seem to solidify my position in the previous nights conversation.

On a separate and unrelated note we walked all over the island with our friends on the weekend and took the opportunity to show them our island beaver lodge. Although I have seen evidence of the beaver’s continued existence here, trees down etc., I haven’t seen the actual beaver for maybe five years. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2VIk18qLWY… But, as we stood looking at the lodge the beaver made it very obvious he didn’t want us there. From the tall grass next to the pond we could hear him yelling at us to get off his lawn. So we obliged and left him to his work. But, safe to say, he is still living on our island.

True to plan yesterday, I did lots of thinking, and worked on my list but accomplished nothing of significance.

Today it is

back to work