Mary, Mare

[plumtreeblossom]

It's hard getting used to being called Mary at work. I've used Mare almost exclusively (except on legal documents) for over 15 years, and Mary echos unfamiliar now. Its only a difference of one letter, but the two names *sound* very different and almost imply different types of people. I think of Mary as an old lady name; nice Catholic old ladies who give to charity and bake lemon cakes. Mare doesn't have any associations at all, other than horses and me, and the few other women who use that nickname. Because of its rare use, Mare belongs to me more than Mary does.

Still, I think it's good that I'm using slightly different name at work. It helps me compartmentalize work from life, and that compartmentalization is very, very important to me. They don't need to know what Mare is up to.

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When I got home from work yesterday, the befouled driveway wasn't as bad as I'd feared. The merciful rain had washed most of the vile death water away. Our household now owns a hose, which I bought at Sears. $19.95 buys you 50 feet of hearty green hose. Where'd my golf ball go?

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So, happy May Day, all! I wish May Day were still celebrated widely. I guess the Pagans still celebrate it, but I've never been part of a May Day celebration, which is unfortunate since I tend to like holidays. My Grandma used to tell me about May Day in the early 20th century, when the young lasses would make tiny baskets of spring flowers and deliver them to the doorsteps of friends, neighbors, and secret sweeties. What a nice little custom that seems to have disappeared in the tide of time...

Comments

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

I like to call you Iago, because it's so totally cool and it goes with your corporate goth image. But at your wedding you were more Santiago, I think.

[trowa-barton.livejournal.com]

One is just more formal and used for business and weddings. I'm curious if my mother ever heard the nickname from friends during the ceremony or reception.