Today is my sister-in-law Jodi’s birthday.
I have an odd day-to-day relationship with Jodi. Every day I’m in touch with her husband (my brother) Jonnny at least two or three times, as Johnny is part of the giant Reinvented data crunching machine.
If my life with Johnny was a movie, Jodi would be that character that is oft referenced, but never actually seen. “Jodi is sick today,” Johnny will say. Or “Jodi has to go to the grocery store.” Or “Jodi just left.”
In a good movie, you might start to wonder whether the “Jodi character” is in fact imaginary, and creation of Johnny’s mind to help him deal with the endless monotony of sitting in front of a screen all day for a living after 15 years of hyper-social management of the emotions of teen hamburger and latte flippers.
I’m happy to report, however, that Jodi is not imaginary. While it’s been slow getting to know her well — she lives, after all, further from us than the Queen of England — I do get to bask in her reflected glow from Johnny every day.
So, Happy Birthday Jodi character; and here’s to a long run.