Just about Justs

Trip Start Sep 25, 2012
Trip End Oct 16, 2012

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Monday, October 1, 2012

While in London we saw our nieces, Jessica and Joscelyn Just, as well as their mother Janell (who, although no longer Just, continues to be a wonderful person). Jessica moved here with her husband, Donald, who's been moved to London by his employer.  By exquisite timing, Joscelyn, and Janell each came to visit Jessica (separately) while we were there, so it was a trifecta of Justs, how lovely! 

Often I think about what Jessica and Joscy have had to deal with during the course of their lives with a Just surname.  I’ve never asked them, but I suspect that when they tell someone their last name they sometimes get such "clever" responses as:  Oh, are you a lawyer or a judge?  Are you just a Just?  Do you like things Just so? Are you always Just, or just sometimes just?  Are you Justified by works or by faith?  At the end of a meal: Would you like your Just Desserts?  At an appointment when they’ve arrived at the scheduled hour: Oh, you’re Just in time.  And randomly: Is that really your name, or is it Just a phase?  And on, and on, to Jessica and Joscy, I’m sure, ad nauseam.  I suspect that they have found none of such vapid attempts at humor as even remotely funny. 

These are just a few hypothetical examples; I’m sure they could relate many, many more!  And in fact I invite them to do so, if they are so in-kleined, in the comments section of this entry.  We all have burdens, great and small, that we carry through life.  In contrast to theirs, mine are small, which is entirely appropriate to my name.  Mispronouncing my name, people sometimes call me “Mr Clean.” (I’ve told Annie if she ever happens to answer the phone and the caller asks for Mr Clean she should say, “I’m sorry he’s not available, he’s in the bath tub.”).  As often as not, people spell it “Kline,” and sometimes even “Cline.”  And my first name frequently becomes  “Keith” or, “Kevin.”  Well at least they both begin with a K.  But as opposed to the Justs, rarely does anyone try to make a stupid pun out of 'Klein’.  So I suspect that even with the minor annoyances I have to deal with, it would be far easier to deal with a small name like Klein rather than a Just name. 

But it’s time to get back to our narrative, rather than rabbiting on about names.  But wait--just before returning to the narrative here's a photo taken at our wedding of Jessica and Joscy sandwiching Hillary.  Talk about a cute trio of cousins, eh?  OK, anyway Janell and Jessica came down to Beckenham on Monday the 1st for a big curry feed.  Here is a photo of them sitting on our sofa with Annie.  (Annie’s maiden name, by the way, is Ritchie.  Undoubtedly she grew up hearing astoundingly clever comments like “Here’s something for Ritchie or for Poorie.”  I guess no one’s name is immune, except maybe John Smith.  But even he probably gets teased, precisely because his name is so common and unremarkable.)  Anyway, the ordered-in food was good as usual, and it was such a treat to see Janell and Jessica; a good time was had by all. 

After our return from France, on Thursday the 18th we went up to London.  While I had a rare business lunch in St James, Annie met Ashlin and Jessica at Wagamama, the Japanese noodle restaurant.  They are from different sides of the family and hadn’t previously met.  It was so nice that Annie was able to facilitate a get-together of these London habitués and dual nieces.  Then Ashlin had to return to work and I rendezvoused with Annie and Jessica at a nice pub near Victoria.  From there we walked to the lovely Westminster Cathedral on Victoria Street.  This is a Catholic Cathedral, not to be confused with the similarly named Abbey.  See the pix of mosaics from the cathedral wall and ceiling.

Finally, on Saturday the 20th, a few hours after Jocelyn landed at Heathrow, she heroically agreed to meet for dinner.  So Annie and I went up to Islington where we met Joscy, Jessica, and Donald, at The Gate, a snazzy vegetarian restaurant.  Turns out it was Jessica's birthday, so we all raised a glass; we were treated royally to an excellent dinner.  Again, a great time was had by all.

All together it was just a lovely dose of Justs.
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