This was nice. Last night just as I was going to sleep I thought about my husband’s great aunt Cuba and wondered what was her husband’s first and last name. And my brain was able to pull the information out of some crevasse. Good chemicals from the success uplifted my spirits.

It was a little tricky; I knew he name was a “bit” different, with the flavor of a foreign country to it, but just trying to think of those types of names didn’t yield anything. So I did the old alphabet trick. I got really teased by the “E” category, as if I were almost there. I forced myself to go on and as I hit  “I” territory, it came to me – Ivan. YES. YES. YES. YES. WOO-HOO.

But my body craved more of the good chemical of success and I thought . . . last name? last name?  last name?

The alphabet again. Trying to hear my husband’s voice in my head . . . almost saying the name.
Oh, gosh, I was getting toward the end – past the “R” section and the “T” faction and getting nervous . . . and then, then, my mouth said it and I heard my husband’s voice say it at the same time: Vilander. Ivan Vilander.

Not that this has much importance, if any, but it sure felt good to have some brain cells firing.