My given name is not Jane. Instead it is a lengthy stream of saints names, that was unfortunately shortened to Peggy. Peggy was a burdensome name for me. I had an aunt of the same name I didn't care for plus Peggy always seemed to be in or about to get into trouble. By the time I hit my early twenties I'd had it with the trouble making Peggy.
One day I was reading The Autobiography Of Alice B. Toklas when I read this sentence: "Jane Heap came to tea today".
I was struck by the simplicity of the name. And she didn't appear to be a trouble maker.
So I stole the name. And used it happily for years until the IRS sent me a letter inquiring, well you know, what happened to me and who was she and why did we share the same social security number.
So now I used my given name for my legal affairs and am Jane to everyone else. And neither one of us has much of a reputation.
Recently I connected with an old friend from ghost town days via facebook. When I met him I had the goat named Luna, a dog named Chutney and I'm pretty sure my face was painted. Maybe with rainbows. Anyhoo, he still refers to me as Miss Heap.
This always makes me smile.
Unlike the fact that we're still waiting for spring.
Told you it was random.