[edited to add] ‘v’ is for Van Morrison… He is the huge thing I forgot. Lordy. He is, perhaps, my favorite. Though moods can swing- let’s say top 3 of all time for sure. Wow. Thanks, Anna, for the reminder.
‘v’ is for Vlasic… the only kind of pickles I buy. Random memory: in elementary school, it was a BIG. DEAL. to bring a pickle (wrapped in foil) to lunch. And none of these spears or slices… no. A big, huge, dill pickle. All the kids were doing it.
‘v’ is for vegetables… which I love. Almost all of them. Particularly, corn and yellow squash. Oh, and broccoli. And green peppers. Mmmmmmm.
‘v’ is for veritas… as in, truth. I’m for truth. Friends, the comments and emails you sent about last Thursday’s post… really. So sweet. I have printed them all out and re-wallpapered my bedroom. Well, not really. That’s not the truth. I did read them all. I think many of us (most of us) are leading parallel lives and a few us may even be married to the same person. My life is a great life. There are wide boundaries and lots of creativity and oodles of space. Unfortunately, I had stretched some of those boundaries a bit far. It was (and is) time to reign in a few things in. I think it’s important to be honest with ourselves. Slack, yes. Laziness, no. Well, not all the time.
some other truths:
My husband would die without peanutbutter sandwiches.
I had apple pie for both breakfast and lunch this Saturday.
I am not sorry or embarrassed about that last statement.
It is illegal to throw an abandoned hoop skirt into any street or on any sidewalk, under penalty of a five- dollar fine for each offense. (An actual law in Grand Haven, Michigan. I kid you not.)
This was my 1985 passport photo. I had just turned 8. I was wearing my very favorite purple and turquoise sweater dress.
‘V’ is a short letter 🙂 Am I missing something huge? I mean, besides my feathered wings?
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