It’s 2019 now. I realize this isn’t news to anyone — I’m merely pointing out that 1999 was 20 years ago.
Prince’s single (and album) by the same name will turn 37 this year.
Now that we’re all thoroughly depressed and feeling terribly old… want to hear what I did this NYE?
I rang in the New Year on my couch watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with both of my Boxers snoring on my legs.
OK, maybe only Georgie was using my person as a pillow, but you get the idea.
I had planned to make myself a lovely filet mignon, but I was so tired by the time I got home from work that I settled for broccoli, champagne, and Trader Joe’s gouda mac and cheese. (I saved the steak for another night.)
We snuggled as the dogs watched their namesakes do battle with evil.
On the topic of namesakes, this is now going to be a terrible segue to the origin of Georgie’s name. (I did promise that story here after all….)
OBVIOUSLY, Albus was named for the greatest Headmaster of Hogwarts of all time, and I have frequently thought he should have a little Harry Potter as a buddy.
When I met the new nugget, I knew pretty quickly he wasn’t a Harry, however.
We spent 12 hours together before I dubbed him “George.”
After careful observation, his spunk and spirit reminded me of George Weasley. (George is one half of the Weasley Twin Duo who wreaked havoc at Hogwarts and went on to create their own joke shop.)
His middle name, Joseph, is a sadder story I’m afraid.
Shortly after rescuing George, I learned that my dad’s youngest brother James Joseph had passed away fairly unexpectedly.
His neighbor visited his home in hopes of borrowing a tool. The neighbor knocked on the door repeatedly and received no response. It had been snowing in their Northern Michigan town, and he observed there weren’t any footprints outside my Uncle Jim’s home.
When his persistent knocking proved fruitless, he contacted the local authorities. Officers arrived on the scene to find my dad’s youngest brother dead in his bead. He had died peacefully of natural causes.
While a peaceful death is always preferable to a painful or contracted one, death is still difficult for those left behind. I wanted to honor my Uncle Jim and felt that George should share the same middle name.
I don’t have human kids, after all so it seemed like the right thing to do. Plus my Uncle Jim was an animal lover.
George Joseph means business.
I think my Uncle Jim would be proud to share a name with him.