Meet My Doppelganger

dop·pel·gäng·er
/ˈdäpəlˌgaNGər/
noun

an apparition or double of a living person.


Over the last several years, I have become increasingly aware that I am not the only “Elizabeth Lester” in the world, the US, or possibly even in the state of Maryland. And I’m ok with that, as long as the lines of demarcation stay strong. However, with the proliferation of the Internet and social media, this has become more difficult.

Every so often, I receive in my inbox, a thank you from a new company for signing up for their email list (which I did not), or an offer of some cosmetic equipment that we discussed (we did not), or at one point, apparently “I” had decided to get married (again), and registered at several places I had never even heard of.

At times it’s amusing to see what pops up, and when I get a personal message that’s misdirected, most of the time I even respond to let them know that they don’t know me. But today’s unsolicited information came from Epiduo, and that’s just gone one step too far. They congratulate me for taking the first step toward clearer skin. They claim it’s time for my “Epi-Do-Over.”

I say it’s time to air my grievances here, where only a few people will see them, but the few who do will hopefully get some enjoyment from this introduction to my doppelganger: Elizabeth I-can’t-even-get-my-own-email-address-correct-when-I-register-for-things Lester, who, as far as I can tell, lives somewhere in the southwest US, either works in cosmetics and/or has bad skin, and probably smokes (yes, “I” even signed up for Marlboro once).

Everyone, meet my doppelganger. Elizabeth, meet everybody.

See? I feel better already.

Jasper Quote of the Day

jasper's slam poemAt school, Jasper and his classmates have had the unique opportunity to work with slam poet Gayle Danley. This is the poem he wrote in her workshop.

A few students from each class performed their poems for the upper grades yesterday, and Jasper represented his class. I thought it particularly appropriate to share today, on what would have been Dad’s 69th birthday.

I miss you

I miss you because we hung out together even though you could not talk, you heard me and listened, you watched me sitting in your wheel chair. I feel sad you are not here, you used to be fun to be with, you did everything that you could. Your hair was nice and Gray and you were kind. I came to say Hi and in your mind you said it back. I remember you sitting there with a computer. I remember you communicated with me in some way. I know now that it was with blinking and a keyboard on a screen. I’m sad that you are gone pop-pop. We had good times.