It’s been a year and half since True Confessions III, so I thought it’s about time to spill it again on this beautiful, quiet, peaceful Independence Day morning on Sandusky Street.
- I dislike holidays. Does that make me a wet blanket or party poop? Outside of my sons and friends having a couple of well-deserved days off work, I kind of dread holiday weekends. Why? Because my children are so busy and stretched with multiple family obligations, that in an effort to not overcrowd their schedules, I often take the back seat and avoid planning any kind of get-together — after which I feel kind of sad and out of the loop. Silly, I know. But there it is.
- I’m just a skosh tetchy as of late. That is to say, for all my hippie love vibe, I find there’s a part of me that grows a bit impatient and intolerant of bigots and meanyheads. Hang on though, I’m working on it. The “love people who hate you and everything you believe in” thing is a big bite for me. Patience, Grasshoppa.
- As much as I might come to regret saying it, I am loving the sugar-free lifestyle. More on that in a future post, but the science is going to blind you. Suffice it to say that I am slowly coming to terms with never eating sugar again. Ever.
But for now, it’s parade time! The Js are riding in their granddad’s convertible for our town’s bicentennial processional down the main drag, and the Thriller and I wouldn’t miss it. Time to hit the shower and the road in an effort to search forever for parking. Happy 4th, fiends! I hope it’s relaxing and fun!
Happy Independence Day Ms Fink! Blessings and Peace from one old Hippie to another, hippie that is not old.
Right back atya, mayne! I thought of you last night as I watched the Woodstock movie on the Palladia channel. Long live the young hippies.
Happy Independence Day to you. I hope you found a parking spot for the parade in which you had a great personal interest. I skipped the parade in order to trim the shrubs around our patio. I lived in the hippy era but was a real square. But I also find myself being somewhat touchy about meanyheads. Today if you genuinely disagree with some people, even though you disagree cordially, you are labeled a hater or a (fill in the blank) phobe. Talk about shutting down civil discourse! That’s a way to do it. Label someone at a heart level without even knowing him/her let alone taking the time to know his/her heart. I am, indeed, a little touchy about that and saddened by it too. Well, Bonnie and I will have our holiday picnic this evening. I’m interested in your sugar free adventure. I need to do the same. Love to you.
You? Square? Naaaaaaaah. But hey, nowadays, it’s hip to be square (that’s a song, ya know — you should look it up — you might love it!).
We did find a great parking spot — at the AU maintenance building, behind the frat houses. Just a short walk across Broad Street, and we were in B-dubs parking lot. It was a beautiful morning for a parade!
I read on FB that your picnic was great fun. And let’s have a palaver sometime, and I will share some cool sugar-free info with ya. Hugs!
For a busy street, my neighborhood can be pretty peaceful at times. Thanks!