Privacy, revisited

So, you may remember long ago when I first addressed the issue of privacy.  The same issues still stand.  That is why I continue to refer to the infant as Bean, instead of some more reasonable name.  I must also confess, although this is more of a blaming than a confession, that it is part of why  I took such a long hiatus from posting on this blog.  I was doing so well, catching up on cataloging our adventures, when I reached the visit of my parental units, namely my mom and her husband, my step-dad.  I always just call him by his first name, but with the issues of privacy set up as they are, that just couldn't be done.  I don't really like the term "step-dad."  It always sounds kind of cold and I have come to really love him.  Plus, it takes a long time to write, as does "my mom's husband."  While I pondered what to do, I lost steam and just never bothered coming back, until now.  And now I live with my mom and this man who is as yet un-named.  That is, until Wonderman comes and rescues me and takes me back to Dominica.  Not that I'm miserable, I just really miss him.  A lot.  Anyway, just so you know the code, I've decided to call him by a different Christian name.  I'm good at making names up, pulling them out of thin air.  So we'll call him Bill any time he is referenced here.  As in, "I am currently staying with my mom and Bill."  See, it works.  That's all.  Just wanted to reiterate the privacy issue and then explain myself.  The end.

Privacy

You must know, as I titled the post, I heard it in my head pronounced with a short "i," yet emphasizing the "i," as the British might say it, like "privy." Anyway, please understand that the pronunciation seems somehow significant here.

This blog is to be a record of my adventures with my beloved. We're on our way to bold new worlds and I promised everyone (which of course includes you!) I'd keep them updated on our journeys. The challenge will be to find the balance between privacy and exposure. I'm fairly open, in a very enigmatic sort of way, while my beloved is extremely private to a point that borders on severe paranoia. (Exaggerate much, Wonder Blogger?) In fact, I keep calling him beloved because, well first because he is, and secondly because I can't think of a great code name for him and I feel certain that I can't use his real name and have him be comfortable with it. Sigh. "Husband" feels to stiff, "Hubs" almost too silly, but it's tempting. I'll probably end up with something even more delightfully silly like "Wonder Man," although that does take SOOO LONG to type. Maybe just "WM" on days I'm feeling lazy. I'll just have to be sure and not include a "D," as that could be dangerous for everyone.

It's all rather trite and put on, since of course we all know the only people who will be reading this are related to us, but alas. I will put in the effort to feed the frenzied mind while I can. That's what love will do to a girl. Let me know if you have any great suggestions of what he should be called.