I grew up in a household where gambling was a big moral no-no.
This is Philip's brother David & my brother Josh when they were little guys. . . how sweet are they?!?!
A "Josh story" that illustrates this no-gamble norm in our household is as follows. . .
I have an aunt and uncle who live in Redwood Falls who we would visit a couple of times each year. There is a casino about 15 minutes from Redwood. When Josh was 4 1/2 we were on the way home from Redwood, and I noticed the spotlights in the sky that the casion used to beam into the sky to draw attention. I asked about the lights and my dad started explaining it to me. When he was done, Josh chimed in " "Yeah, that's from the place where people lose all their money." Evidently that is how dad had quickly described it to Josh a year earlier when we had to drive right past it during a road construction detour. Josh was probably saying it in his cute little stuttery voice (another thing I teased him about. . . I marvel that I turned out to be the mentally distrubed/damaged one in the family and not him after the abuse I subjected that poor kid to!)
I have recently taken a stupid gamble. And I've done it twice. I sear NEVER AGAIN.
I gambled on peaches. They looked so perfect in the store, but I got them home and they were mealy and GROSS. Idiotically, I tried again the next week. Same thing. SUCH DISSAPOINTMENT! I've decided that there will be no more out-of-season peach buying for Joy. I will have to wait until this summer. Sad.
tangential peach story. . . shortly after this incident a friend posted on facebook that she couldn't wait for peach season, I instantly cliked like and typed "me too!!!!" and then I started reading other peoples' comments. Just above mine my friend had written "I love how all of my pregnant friends commented on this post". I got a little bit scared. Thankfully I turned out to just be a non-pregnant friend who also appreciates good fruit. . .
2 comments:
Hey, I'm enjoying the more frequent posts as of late. This one had quite a few twists and turns and had me nervous by the time you talked about your own gamble. I must report that I am relieved that the gamble was just a couple dollars on some fruit. And I must report that lately I've been dreaming about things from my garden - first the asparagus, then some rhubarb, and then SWEET strawberries.....
I hate that peaches often look good and turn out terrible. I wouldn't call it a gamble-it's a known risk. I agree with your mom, glad you're writing here again.
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