Grey's Anatomy Addison's Elevator mystery!

I've been swirling the idea of a blog around my head for quite awhile, but I always want to "wait until I have something great to say" to begin it. I finally decided to just jump in and, as the Nike catch phrase says, "Just do it." So, here I go!

I'll start with how I got the name "Tilly" and go from there. I have three daughters who for years have harassed me with what I'll be called when I'm a grandmother since I really dislike and can't fathom the idea of any grandmotherly names being attached to me. No Grandma, Granny, Nana, Meemaw, Mimi, or some other elder female title for me! I pondered the dilemma for quite some time when I happened upon the first episode of the "Grey's Anatomy" spin-off of "Private Practice". Addison is having personal issues and is seen several times in an elevator talking to herself when a female voice answers her; the voice turns out to be a not-so-sane woman who does security for the building and her name is Tilly. I had an AHA moment and informed my daughters I wanted to be called...Tilly. Fast forward about 5 years and I end up in Alabama where I am now called Tilly.

Tilly's life is much different than she thought it would be in Alabama. She often refers to herself in the third person and is able to compartmentalize the things Tilly does as being a little crazy and not part of Brenda's life. But, oh the life Tilly has now! I'm glad I'm along for the multi-layered and rich life she has! She.is.blessed.beyond.belief. I'll share some postcard images of that life with you as the days go by. Some of them may be brief "wish you were here" and some may be a longer "can you believe this one"

As I close my eyes and hit "Publish Post"  I'll leave you with this quote about postcards!

 “In those years before mobile phones, email and Skype, travelers depended on the rudimentary communications system known as the postcard. Other methods--the long-distance phone call, the telegram--were marked "For Emergency Use Only." So my parents waved me off into the unknown, and their news bulletins about me would have been restricted to "Yes, he's arrived safely,"and "Last time we heard he was in Oregon," and "We expect him back in a few weeks." I'm not saying this was necessarily better, let alone more character-forming; just that in my case it probably helped not to have my parents a button's touch away, spilling out anxieties and long-range weather forecasts, warning me against floods, epidemics and psychos who preyed on backpackers.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending