This week has been . . . telling, eye-opening, has had an air of finality. I'm still processing the biggest news of the week and am not ready to speak on it with any sense of , clarity, I guess. But, speak of it, I will. Trust.
In the meantime, know that
the new Brin has a name, her
own name. Before, getting into that, allow me to reveal that I'm betwixt and between whether I'm more
turned on by piano players or guitarists. This weekend it has been an equal measure of . . . heat.
Back to my
the new Brin's back and forth re: her name. Considered and tossed were:
>Stella as in the one who got her groove back,
Millie as in the thoroughly modern,
Alicia as in Keys,
Bonnie as in Raitt,
Sharon as in Isbin . . . and many others, the common thread? Music or something musical, on that are in sync.
Finally, we got down to one caveat, she didn't want a name made famous by someone else, she wanted to forge her own path, so to speak. Given the givens, we then narrowed possible names down to two:
Harmony and
Melody
A coin toss later and the winner (insert
arpeggio) is:
M*E*L*O*D*Y
. . .
tune, air, or theme composed of tones arranged in a pleasing succession
*the sketch is the result of spending a good chunk of the weekend trying to tame the jungle we call a yard. The rains created a condition that was bordering . . . well, let's just say, thankfully, the temps were pleasant enough and the rain held off long enough to get some growth trimmed way the heck back.
