I never really had a nick name. I’ve been called certain names before, but who hasn’t.
My pushy friend Ed coined the only real nick name that ever stuck with me. He called me Cactus.
Said at times I can be a little prickly!
Ken is arriving tomorrow and I’ll smooth out a bit!
Interesting. I think of cacti as a **little bit** prickly, but mostly as sturdy, well-defended and succulent survivors, capable of thriving in the most inhospitable places, and full of life-giving water.
It seems to me that a cactus personifies a perfect balance of yin and yang.
That is a really nice thing to say Laura. Thanks.