Sunday, September 25, 2005

Friends

Unless your only friend is the one you see in the mirror, you're going to have disagreements.

I once lost a perfectly good friend over what seemed to me to be a trivial issue--whether or not it was OK to put artificial creamer in coffee. We had been friends for years, and had always differed on the subject of food. I was willing to manage on what I could find in the local supermarket, supplemented with home-grown vegetables. She preferred to drive 20 miles to shop in a health food market. I ate meat; she didn't. We got along fine.

Then, she moved to Arizona, and became more and more organic in her eating habits. I stayed here and slipped more into the mainstream. She reached the point where she would not eat an egg, without being acquainted with the hen that laid it, and its diet from chick-hood. And I fell in love with French vanilla creamer.

Melissa, my friend, if you stumble onto this, I still miss your wit, wisdom, and wackiness, after all these years.

4 comments:

  1. Ronni, I love your blog! I am going to send it to friends who will love it too. Thanks for a delightful start to my morning, and THANK YOU X3 for correct spelling and grammar (as far as I can tell).
    I agree with most of your celebrity crushes, but I won't argue about them, lest it ruin a perfectly good friendship! Thanks again, Tracie S.

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  2. Hi, Tracie! Thanks for stopping by!

    Lord knows, I try with the spelling and grammar! You will find that I use English spelling for some words, but not for others, and my ideas of grammar are somewhat old-fashioned, leading my kids to call me "the grammar police."

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  3. Ronni, one of my SIL's would only do the organic thing and had me fooled until I saw him with a Snickers. LOL!

    But, he was skeered to get the eggs from the hen's nests because they had, well--chicken poop on them. I told him, "eggs don't get more organic than that." Ha!

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  4. CG, we had chickens. I was skeered to get the eggs because the old biddies would peck!

    As cleaning out the henhouse was one of my chores, chickenpoop was more-or-less a way of life, and I learned quite early that everything washes off! LOL!

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