The Girls have been encouraging me for a while to get a tattoo. Boy-child votes strongly against. There has been some tradition amongst people we know to get tattoos to commemorate moments of great transition. That makes sense to me, and would make it very appropriate for me at the moment.
I don't have anything against tattoos per se, it's just that I grew up in a world in which it was uncommon. Unless you were a merchant marine, a navy man or a loose woman. Then it was common. Nowadays, of course, it is common for all. I have seen a lot of amazing tattoos. Most of them are on young people, but I know women my age who have them too. Women who are perfectly ordinary. Respectable, even.*
Anyway, it feels like it's time to make a decision. I was leaning away from it mostly, but now I'm having second thoughts, meaning I'm considering it a possibility. At some point, I decided that if I got one I would go with an owl. An owl is a good avatar for a librarian. Plus the Egyptian hieroglyph for the letter M is an owl, so my kids would be tangentially represented if it were something fashioned after that "letter" (see above).
Or it could be something else, I suppose, but I can't say I've had a better idea than the owl (yet).
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Just thinking aloud, I suppose. My old boss used to say that bloggers are just a bunch of people talking to themselves on TheWeb.
She's right, of course. But who cares?
*My mother had weird ideas about respectability, but that's another post.
