Thank God I’ve got this blog to remind me to try something new each day, or I would slip back into old habits real quickly! I’m already feeling it may be a challenge coming up with 365 new things over the next year, so am open to hearing your suggestions!
One thing I’ve been contemplating, which may seem small to you, is to taste a pickle! Now if any of my sisters are reading this they will know somethings up and that I’m serious about this commitment…. it all started back when I was around 5 years old… I come from a big pickle-eating family… and I’m not talking those little pickle chips or gherkins…these were the large dill kind that you can find in barrels at the general store.
I’m haunted by memories of my sisters running around the house, each one with a dill in her hand and they knew I didn’t like them, so of course they would chase me as I ran screaming down the hallway…and it would take two of them to finally pin me down and try to make me take a bite… typical stuff that siblings do to each other that keeps the therapists in business these days… I think it must’ve made a lasting impression on me because, to this day I am determined to not eat a pickle… So, I guess it would be a big step for me….I may save this challenge for the very last day of the experiment… It would be a fitting way to finish off… or maybe I should just do it and get it over with, so as not to look at this process with any dread! To pickle or not to pickle?? Can I experience personal growth by simply tasting a pickle? Ah, should life be so easy….
I didn’t have many errands after work yesterday, so thought rather than rush straight home to sit at my computer, which is where you’ll usually find me, I’d do some shopping. And that is also very unlike me… I am not a shopper! My taste in clothes is unusual, to the point that my 14 year old daughter now insists on approving everything I buy!
My mom tried, but she was forced to major in Home Economics in college, which was not her passion, so I think she rebelled. When she married my father, she told him that he would do all the cooking and she would handle the yard work. I remember one painful experience in which I’ve actually destroyed the photographic evidence… I didn’t want to have to explain it to my children… I was invited to attend St. Lukes Ball, which was very prestigious at the time, and may still be.
Shopping with my mom for a dress was challenging… neither one of us knew what we were looking for. It was fall, and being a strawberry blonde with blue eyes, autumn colors looked good on me, so we decided on a chocolate brown empire waist dress with orange velvet sash tied in a bow under the bodice, along with specially died shoes and handbag in matching orange. What were we thinking??? I’ll never forget walking into the ballroom with all the other girls in their pastel chiffon dresses and me in brown and orange! Oh well… my date really liked me alot and we had alot of fun dancing!
Driving home last night, I passed our local Borders Books, which is closing down soon (so sad how this economy has forced the closing of so many retailers), and everything is 50% off! I stopped in to see what was left… and I’m glad I did! I found a ‘Speak Italian in 30 Days’ audio set and promptly purchased it! I visited Italy 3 years ago and am in love with the food, people, wine and country! I hope to visit again someday……I was fairly good at languages in high school and I’d love to claim that I’m bi-lingual! It sounds so cultured or well educated or something… so, off to listen to my first lesson! Ciao!!
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