Eating Lunch All By Myself

  What the hell is my name?  And how do you spell it? 😳    First, please realize I will answer to anything!  If it even remotely has a "k" sound - I will turn my head.   A high school friend asked me if he was the only person to still call my Kathi.   I laughed.  Are you kidding?  I have about four or five names.  I'm not counting Mom and I'm not counting Mrs Johnson.  It's not at all confusing to me, but it seems to be to everyone else.   My mother named me Kathleen explaining she always wanted to give her daughter that lovely Irish name.  I was mostly called Kathleen, but my family did call me Kath, my dad called me Leener Wiener and I had an aunt that added an extra syllable - Kath-a-leen.   I didn't think too much about it, it was just my name.  Everyone had one. I started school as Kathleen.   Everyone else seemed to be Lisa or Jenny, but I was the only Kathleen, and that is what everyone called me.    To this day, I don’t know why my 4 t

And.....I'm back. I missed writing my blog, I missed the comments from my readers.  I missed the process of putting my ideas in a coherent forum.      I used to write as The Spartan Wife, but that phase of my life as a military spouse is sadly but a memory.  I miss it every day.   Also, since I took such a long writing break, Blogger suspended my account.   😜 But that's ok!  New chapter in my life - new blog name.   Although I am not musically inclined, anyone that knows me is aware of my love of music.  Eating Lunch all by Myself  is a nod to Already Gone, a favorite Eagles song - and it just fits this part of my life so perfectly right now.    It's tiring being a new person when you're older.  New city?  No one is interviewing for new friends.  No kids?  No help to those carpools.  New volunteer?   You're put on trash collection.   My views?  Not everyone agrees.    Sometimes I am literally eating lunch all by myself. I hope you stick around fo