The grocery store this morning. First up – this guy – his eyes and his neck are all flashy – there’s a video of him in action on my IG account.
The second floor of the store has the pharmacy, all kinds of drug stores items, household items, greetings cards and – wine and fancy beer (the non-fancy beer is on the first floor). Thursday is Senior Citizen Discount day. While we were sitting waiting to get our flu shots a little old lady, older than dirt, shuffling behind her cart passed by us – what was in her shopping cart? Three bottles of wine and two bottles of mouthwash. There’s a story there!
Rory posed an interesting question today, “The question today is … at what age should children be indoctrinated into their parents belief system?” and it tickled my fancy and I overshared in a comment – here’s what I said:
“My own “indoctrination” was pretty liberal – it didn’t matter to my parents what church we went to – the rule was come Sunday morning our butts were in a pew somewhere – anywhere. Folks think all Italians are Roman Catholic – couldn’t be further from the truth. My father and his father and most of his relatives were Masons – some of the women in the family were Eastern Star – so NOT Catholic. My mother’s family were Catholic but only as it was convenient. I have no idea if I was baptized, there are no records. My elder male sibling took to the Catholic church like a duck to water – my only exposure within memory was the free lunch program in the Summer that the Catholic church provided to us poor kids in the projects. I didn’t like those people or their attitude or their fancy church. I told my mother when I was 7 I wasn’t ever going to go there for any reason, she said OK since we are moving soon you can chose a church when we move…I went to a Lutheran church for awhile, didn’t like it, when I was 12 I went to a Congregational Church and there I found a home. My family followed me from church to church. My elder male sibling made first holy communion in the Catholic church, confirmation in the Lutheran church and became a deacon in the Congregational Church. The Congregational Church was the only one my younger brother ever attended.
Oh and to make things more interesting, my mother always expressed a desire to convert to Judaism –“
When we moved to the nice upper middle class neighborhood in Queens (where we so didn’t fit in or belong), not only were we the darkest people in the neighborhood but come December when my mother put a Menorah in the front window – well, weren’t there a few raised eyebrows in the ‘hood.
Other than the fact that our building has no water all day because the county is digging up the streets to repair the water mains – It’s been a fun day so far…