Did You Know?
Did you know more than one person has capitalized on the Internet and proclaims everyday is a day for the celebration of something. Here’re some examples:
My favorite Dallas FM station, WRR, also includes a few excuses to celebrate on its Facebook page.
Look around, then, my soul and see something, either silly or sacred to celebrate, especially in November.
If you do not raise your eyes, you will think that you are the highest point. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Did you know yesterday was National Pickle Day? (11/14)
This reminds me of cornichons; for which I am very grateful.
The first one I ate was in the Jockey Club in Washington DC – on a date with the most eligible bachelor in town, Doug Smith. He introduced me to pate de’foie gras. No, I never acquired a taste for goose liver – especially when I learned how it was made. But those little pickles; yes I did!
Did you know?
Unfortunately, I missed National Pay Pack your Parents’ Day. (November 13)
As if I could repay them
. . . or those who came before them.
The blessing of living in an autumn’s garden is growing a bit of perspective. Only in this season of life can I see clearly what they gave. What I thought were burdens, have been useful and good things, albeit with some sharp edges.
What I owe my parents for their patience with the know-it-all pain I surely was, I can never pay back
Maybe it’s because I was a “Boomer” I expected them to be people they were not cut out to be. The entertainment I loved made me. 🙁
Television sitcom parents in the 1950’s were not real people, except to the child watching them. Happily Ever After in the movies of that era was an ending nobody has ever enjoyed. I should have learned from all the radio soap operas that I loved, that tears and trials are how things really are, right?
And then the 1960’s helped me clearly see everybody’s hypocrisy but my own. Thank heaven for The Wonder Years!
Whew —
What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now. ~Anonymous Wisdom
Therefore, let me choose wisely! When I think about what entertainment glorifies today, maybe I can choose to remember what I owe to people who put up with me.
Fortunately, God suffers fools gladly, I think. It’s part of His job, and it’s the only explanation I can think of for my own survival. — Mary Fairchild
Gratitude is still a choice
Remembering that, today, or the next one, and maybe the one following, I’ll celebrate a debt I cannot repay to my parents, and other family and friends who aren’t around to collect what they are surely owed.
Did you know today is National Clean Out the Refrigerator Day?
I am going to skip that celebration.
Some former memories:
After reading this I had to research how pate de foie gras is made…and was horrified. I think I have only eaten it once in my life but will never eat it again. Thanks for drawing my attention to this, even if inadvertently.
Seriously — I was horrified when I Learned how such a “delicacy” was made . . . How are you doing?
oxoxxoxo