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Happy May Day

A Time to Talk

Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Warning, it’s my blog so you are getting my opinion.  I make no pretensions at being impartial, I don’t get paid for that.  Heck, I don’t get paid at all.  I do try very hard to be fair and I do not wish to be unkind.  You want another opinion, fine, but this one is mine.

I use Facebook a fair amount.  I say “fair amount”, my better half would probably characterize that as a lot.  As per often, I disagree.  I’d say I go in spurts.  A couple of times a week I’ll post three or four things in a day, then I won’t post for a few days.  I do make a point to spend a few minutes on Facebook each day.  I like seeing what my friends are doing.  And when I say “friends” I really mean friends.  If I haven’t actually met you then I don’t accept your friend request.  It’s nothing personal; I’m just funny that way.  I won’t “like” a page either unless it’s something that I actually know and like.

So when I go on Facebook it really is to catch up on friends, especially those that are far away.  It’s wonderful that in a few clicks I can see what Sarah-from-college’s daughter Sheridan is up to, I can laugh at what funny status my friend Kathryn posted this time and don’t get me started on Caroline’s hilarious pictures and cartoons.  Not to mention, I love seeing photos of everyone’s kids and vacations.  It makes you seem closer.  I miss you, guys.

The other day I posted a little blurb on Newt Gingrich.  It pictured Newt (not a bad shot either) and then under it read, “Family Values- Using daughters from your first wife to convince everyone that your second wife is lying about your third wife”.  I know, funny, right?  I was looking at it as the photo equivalent of a political cartoon.  It makes an observation.  It expresses a point of view.  To me being able to express one’s self is a classic hallmark of American society.  I can post this about a presidential candidate and still sleep soundly at night knowing that I won’t be hauled off by the secret police in the wee hours of the morning.  Neither will my family.  That’s an amazing, wonderful thing about this country.

Two of my Facebook friends got into a commenting match with each other.  You’ve all seen them.  It happens.  I’ve entered the fray a few times myself on things that struck me.  Frankly, I like when this happens.  It is always nice to see people stretch their brains.  I mean, that’s what they are there for, brains, that is, to be used.  Naturally, as today we live in a society of polarizing forces, my friends came at the topic from widely divergent points of view.

Though I know they publicly posted using their real names, and even photos, and so aren’t ashamed of their opinions, they are not YOUR Facebook friends.  Ergo, to protect the innocent, let’s give them aliases.  One friend came from a very liberal slant, similar to myself.  Let’s call her, Libby the Liberal.  The other friend came from a more conservative, republican point of view.  We’ll name her, Connie the Conservative.  Okay, everyone still with me?  Excellent.  Let’s get down to brass tacks.

Connie commented on my post that we had previously had an adulterous president but that he had still been supported.  To which Libby replied this was true but that Clinton hadn’t run on a platform including protecting “traditional marriage” or “family values”.  Libby went on to say that you could be a real lying, cheating S.O.B. yet still be qualified to be president.  Her language was more colorful that what I’ve used here.  Connie came back to that with a post agreeing Clinton had been elected “without a stand on values” and wasn’t it nice to have a civil conversation.  I’m pretty sure that last bit was sarcasm, what do you think?  Libby came back with several posts that apologized for any offense her salty talk might have caused and proceeded to eloquently outline some of her frustrations with the conservative wing of our political parties and her perception of the hypocrisies therein.  I’m paraphrasing, of course.

Which brings us mostly current to today’s blog post.  I say “mostly”, I’ll explain in a bit.  There’s a status update.

Here’s the thing.  I find Libby and Connie to be amazingly representative of the divide that exists in this country.  Quite frankly, it’s a situation doing great harm to our nation.

Much of America is divided into two primary groups.  When I Googled the definitions for Conservative and Liberal, this is what I got.

con·serv·a·tive/kənˈsərvətiv/

Adjective:  Holding to traditional attitudes and values and cautious about change or innovation, typically in politics or religion.

Noun:  A person who is averse to change and holds to traditional values and attitudes, typically in politics.

Synonyms:  traditional, orthodox, unchanging, stable, inflexible

lib·er·al/ˈlib(ə)rəl/

Adjective:  Open to new behavior or opinions and willing to discard traditional values.

Noun:  A person of liberal views.

Synonyms:  generous, bounteous, lavish, bountiful, free

To be fair I should mention initially the only synonym I could find for “conservative” was Tory.  I had to search again to find the ones that I used.  And before anyone starts shouting about my liberal bias let me just say: 1.) You bet your ass I’m biased, and so are you.  Everyone is. 2.) I rejected many really ugly synonyms.  You don’t believe me? Just Google the word yourself.

Back to our friends Connie & Libby and how they are symptomatic of America today.

These two women have an enormous amount in common, and not just that they are both friends with me.  For starters I would wager both of these women would describe family as one of their top priorities. Both of them are happily married.  Both are devoted mothers- good mothers.  Both are extremely articulate and intelligent.  Both have what I would call successful careers.  Funny factoid, I met both of these women through my former life in Stampin’ Up! (before you ask, yes, I am still a demonstrator, it’s not my top focus these days).  Connie led a business builders Yahoo site for about twelve of us all trying to take our teams to the next level.  It helped me.  At one point I was the #23 Demonstrator of the Year.  Girlfriend Connie knows her stuff.  Libby was a mutual friend of a college friend and I met her as one of my customers.  So, they’re both crafty and artistic.  Told you they were a lot alike.  Both are educated.  Libby has her PhD. I don’t know Connie’s level of education but based on her intelligence and writing ability I’d say she has some college if not an actual four-year degree.   Oh yeah, one more thing, both love their country deeply.

The differences?  Well, those are small, yet profound.  Libby is an atheist.  While Connie is a devout Christian.  I’m guessing Born Again or Evangelical, but we’ve never formally discussed it.  (This is based on her FB posts.)  Clearly, Libby is a democrat and Connie is a republican.  One is for gay marriage, the other against.  One believes abortion should be safe and legal, the other does not.  One believes in a smaller government and the other believes in a smaller government.

Whoa, those of you paying attention just blinked and scratched your head.  Gold star for you- that was not a type-o!  Yep, turns out conservatives and liberals BOTH want smaller government. We just want it in different ways.  We also want control, but over different things.  Finally, we both trust people to be able to make their own decisions, but again, you guessed it, on different topics.

For example, conservatives would like smaller government in regards to funding of government programs and regulation of businesses and corporations.  They would especially like lower taxes on businesses.  They reason, correctly, many government programs are bloated and in need of an overhaul and audit.  Trimmer programs would mean less expense which would lead in turn to lower taxes. They also reason that less regulation would allow businesses to innovate.  This combined with lower taxes would allow companies to expand, thus creating jobs.  They believe that people could do a better job deciding how to spend their tax dollars than the federal government does.  Many government programs, they reason, are full of lazy free loaders who are taking advantage of the system.  Private charities and churches should be trusted with many of the needs of the deserving poor.  Conservatives argue that we should trust in the haves to take care of the have-nots.  We should trust in businesses to make decisions that would build the economy and increase jobs.  I am over simplifying, but hey, this is just a blog post.

Okay, so far, so good.  I get the reasoning.  I really do.

On the other side of the aisle are the liberals.  They too, would like smaller government.  They would like government out of their uteruses, out of their bedrooms and out of their homes. Sexual practices like oral and anal sex are no one’s business but the consenting adults involved. They believe people can do a better job deciding how to make love to their partner in life and, more importantly, who to choose as that partner.  They believe people can do a better job deciding how to spend the days of their lives than the lawmakers can.  It is not the government’s job to regulate a person’s morality based on one section of the population’s opinion.  Liberals want government out of the church business, too.  If you read the Framers’ writings, it’s pretty clear.  Those guys were a radical bunch.  They were serious about the whole separation of church and state.  So are liberals.  No prayer in schools, no creationism (or Intelligent Design) in science classrooms (I’ve got my eye on you, Kansas City School Board) and no Ten Commandments in front of courthouses. (That last one is mostly because I live in fear of #10.  I always wanted a pony and it specifically says not to covet your neighbor’s donkey.  They’re pretty close.)  Again, I am over simplifying but it’s still just a blog post.  Albeit, one of my longer ones.

Conservatives say we should trust businesses, the “job-creators”, to do what is best for the economy.  Liberals know that businesses don’t work for the betterment of America, they work for profit and profit will always win.  Conservatives say we should cut funding of public programs.  Yes, there is bloat and waste and even free loaders but liberals still believe that government does have a role to play in the assistance of citizens who have fallen on hard times.  Liberals do not trust the haves to care for the have-nots.  I don’t know, blame it on education, we’ve learned too much history.

I am deliberately leaving off the whole Newt debacle.  If he becomes the nominee, my blog will be all too easy.  It’s written: the family values, the hypocrisy, the affairs (plural), the leaving of the wives (please note plural, again), the 84 ethics violation charges and more, so much more.  You want him as your nominee?  Go ahead, I double dog dare you.

So here we are, at an impasse.  Two sides of a coin and never the twain shall meet.  Is there a way clear?

Of course there is, there always is.  The biggest thing is to keep talking.  Things get rough, don’t yell, take a deep breath.  Then try again.  As I outlined above Libby and Connie have a lot in common.  Actually they have more in common than they do apart.  So do Liberals and Conservatives.  Obviously, we are unified by three main things: our distrust in government to make the big decisions, our love of this country and our shared humanity and belief in the basic goodness of people.  Hey, look, that’s actually four things!

You keep talking.  Maybe we can’t change Washington overnight but we can get to know and value one another.  Start at the local level.  Maybe you begin humbly, voter registration, get more people involved in the process.  Or maybe efforts to welcome home and reacclimate returning veterans.  We all want to see them valued for their sacrifice and return to happy, fulfilling lives.  Maybe there’s something environmental, I value clean air and water for my children.  I figure Evangelicals have to value the earth if they believe that God created and touched everything in it.  How can they then simply trash His work?

Most of all, we forgive and move forward.  We keep looking for points of common ground.  We keep looking for compromise, for opportunities to do real good.  Liberals and conservatives may not see the world the same way but we have a country to run, children to raise and a tomorrow to see to.  We don’t have the luxury of being petty or small.

I promised you a Facebook status.  Libby is still my friend but Connie “de-friended” me although I had no part in the dialogue.  I am sad to see her go but still, there’s a conversation to be had, children to raise and a tomorrow to see to.

You fear change, Connie?  You fear the different?  The unknown?  Honey, life is change.  Life is the unknown.  Go out and try to tell the tide to stop if you like, but get out of my way.  I have work to do.  The world moves on and thinking you can keep things “the way they used to be” has never and will never happen.

Can you spot the liberal and the conservative? Yeah, me neither. Keep talking, ladies.

For the giggle factor I just had to include the info I found regarding sodomy laws- priceless… hmmm, a bit sad.  Let me explain, folks, most “sodomy laws” actually include, amongst other things, provisions outlawing oral sex.  Not oral sex, say, in public, oral sex at all.  And before you cosmopolitan types get too smug and say, “Sure in North Carolina, Indiana, Georgia, but not here”. ( No offense to those states, although hey, you do still have the laws.) You might be surprised, fourteen states have yet to turn over existing sodomy laws.  And then are the stupid laws that are just a waste of government time and energy. What if I said in Virginia you can’t have sex during the daytime, with a light on, or with socks on?  In Florida, the only legal sexual position is the missionary position (I couldn’t find out if woman on top is allowed, but I have my suspicions).  In Arizona it is illegal to have more than two dildos in a home.  Drat, there go the Pleasure Parties.  In California it is illegal for animals to mate within 1500 feet of a tavern, place of worship or a school.  Hmm, I’m pretty sure no one told the squirrels.  In Pennsylvania it is illegal to have over sixteen women live in a house together because that constitutes a brothel. However, up to one hundred twenty men can live together, without breaking the law.  Thank The Flying Spaghetti Monster for 2003′s Lawrence v. Texas.  We’re slowly, state by state, undoing these ridiculous laws.

“May you never lie, steal, cheat or drink.
But if you must lie, lie in each other’s arms.
If you must steal, steal kisses.
If you must cheat, cheat death.
And if you must drink, drink with us, your friends.”

- An Irish Toast

I begin my post with a shout out to Danica for determining the direction this particular column would go.  Thanks, D!

So, as I continue down my exploration of wine through the five senses: sight, sound, taste, touch and smell, we come to sound.  Not something that immediately leaps to mind when you are speaking of wine.  I mean, who asks, “Nice bouquet, love the hints of blackberry & cherries but I’m stumped, what’s that I hear?”

I guess one could argue that speech could be a sound of wine, the happy babble of conversation between friends.  Or perhaps the slurred, sloshy syllables of one who has had more than is good for them (of course, that might be the sound of winos, not wine).  No, for me, the sound of wine  is the merry echo of glasses clinking in a joyful toast and the words spoken marking the occasion, be it little or big.

Naturally, in Western culture, such as it is, being what it is, there is a history behind what we know today as the “Toast”.  While there are differing traditions regarding toasts from different countries and cultures, I’m your typical Irish-German-Italian-French American mutt (countries naturally given in the order of racial make up: 1/2 Irish, 1/4 German, 1/8 French and 1/8 Italian… unless my mom, the genealogist, tells me different… there’s a chance that the 1/4 German could be 1/8 German and 1/8 Scandinavian something.  But I differ to her learned opinion and in the meantime I’m still 100% American mutt-thank you for asking.) 

However, clearly, I digress.

My point, aside, from my ethnicity, which I’ll have you know, contrary to typical government forms is NOT “white”, but that’s whole another blog, is that I approach the subject of the Toast from largely a Northern European/American viewpoint.  Sorry, guys, that’s just how I roll.  Not a great deal I can do about it.  I can pass your complaints on to my folks, however, I think they were pretty much enjoying their honeymoon, so hey, lay off.  I’m here.  I’m not going to represent every culture… no one can, sorry.

Now that we’ve established where I am coming from, the history of the toast as we now know it is pretty simple.  Like the handshake, (originally conceived to convince the other party that one’s hand did not, in fact, hold a knife) the toast is also a tradition born of self-preservation.  Aw, the classics.

For most of mankind’s history when a party, feast, dinner, celebration, go ahead, pick your term, was being held, the host poured the night’s alcohol, after all, it was the star attraction, the Lady Gaga of beverages, and said a toast.  Everyone then drank from the communal cup.  This served two purposes.  First, it proved that the host had not poisoned said wine and second, it inoculated everyone in the county.  If there was a cold everyone got it and the strong survived. 

What?  I’m not wrong.

As mankind developed through the ages we went from the communal share-a disease-cup to our own glasses.  I know, exciting, right? Just a step from Purell… that’s a whole ‘nother post titled “Building the Bigger, Badder Bacteria, a Home Owner’s Guide” (obviously, I need to blog more often).  I think, and this next bit is just my own personal Willie Wonka thang, I believe that having our own glass for the first time, like EVER, was sort of intoxicating.  It was like when you graduated from the Kids’ table to the Adults’ table, I know!  Exhilarating, right?  So, after eons of seeing one lord dude have The Glass and make The Toast now you have your own glass and YOU can make a toast.  You’re dizzy with power.  And THAT, my friends, is why at weddings, graduations, retirements, and any occasion of note you NEED to have plenty of liquid in your glass.  Because, honestly, everyone is going to make a toast.

Is that so wrong?

I have to defend the excessive Toast Masters here.  Yes, sometimes, it gets a bit hairy. There are times when we almost run out of toasting liquid (damn those stingy waiters).  Helpful tip, worst case scenario, you can toast with water, just drink extra alcohol later to make up for your faux pas, come on, you can do it.  I have faith.  In some cases, I even have video evidence.

There are a million toasts the world over.  Emily Post even has a whole slew of Toast rules and regulations.  However, I believe that those very rules miss the point.  The perfect Toast is about combining the bittersweet with the hilarious.  It is that beautiful moment when the sweet and the bitter and the absurd combine in a symphony of the drinking class.  A good toast makes one simultaneously appreciate what one has, right now, and still inspires them to reach for the next stage, the fruit just out of reach.  In fact, we continue the search for something better, we are led to it.

I don’t mean to overstate the Toast.  At a wedding or a wake it is everything I’ve outlined above and so should it be.  On the other hand, when one is at a pub with one’s buddies, should it be something so grand?  No, of course not, but bittersweet still fits.  It’s a toast of everything comfortable and good about today and at the same time it’s an acknowledgement that things were not always so good and perhaps tomorrow will not so be again.  As the Grass Roots sang, “Live For Today”, my loves.

Therein lies the magic of a good toast.  It says, “Learn from yesterday. Celebrate today. And hope for the future.”  Much the same could be applied to wine making, in fact.  Which is why, in the end, we come back to the wine.

"Happiness is time spent with a friend and looking forward to sharing time with them again."- Lee Wilkinson

Wherever you roam, wherever you call home, I leave you with a veritable plethora of toasts to choose from.  For me I will simply say what my grandmother said at every family gathering for as long as I can remember, and no one says it quite the way she did, “Sláinte!” (pronounced “Slan-Cha”).  More than a prayer, more than a blessing, more than a grace, it was all of these and yet beyond them.  It was an affirmation of all things family and good.

Sláinte, my friends, sláinte indeed. 

Toasts from around the world- but in every tongue a toast is the language of friendship and good cheer:

English: Cheers!

Irish (Gaelic): Sláinte! (to your health)

French: Santé! (health)

Spanish: Salud! (health)

Italian: Salute (health)

Chinese: Ganbei! (dry your cup)

Dutch: Prost! (health)

German: Prost! (cheers)

Hebrew: Le’chaim! (to life)

Japanese: Kanpai! (dry your cup)

Welsh: Iechyd da! (health)

Russian: Vashe zdorovie! (to health)

Наздраве” (health) (Bulgarian)

“Şerefe” (to honor) (Turkish)

“Na zdrowie” (health) (Polish)

Na zdraví” (health) (Czech)

Budmo” (let us be!) (Ukrainian)

Priekā” (to joy) (Latvian)

“Į sveikatą” (to health) (Lithuanian)

“Egészségünkre!” (for our health) (Hungarian)

“Iechyd Dda” (Good health) (Welsh)

“Nazdravlje” (for the health) or “Živjeli” (let us live) (Bosnian)

“Here’s to the corkscrew – a useful key to unlock the storehouse of wit, the treasury of laughter, the front door of fellowship, and the gate of pleasant folly.”
W.E.P. French
(From the wine list of Commander’s Palace in New Orleans, LA courtesy of John McDonald, Dallas, TX)

 

I begin with such a quote because, as you shall see, it is appropriate, both to my life and to the subject at hand. 

I was so fortunate last weekend as to spend some time with my dear friend Karen.  She has recently moved to San Diego but still travels every other month to the SF Bay Area for Book Club.  That, my friends, is dedication and a damn fine reason to open a bottle of the good wine.  Which brings me to the reason we’re all here (well, virtually).  Karen looked at me and said, “I’ve been meaning to tell you. You should do a blog on wine.  I’ve been wanting to tell you that for weeks.”

I have had two columns on the back burner forever.  One is on the death penalty and one is on the oil companies’ record (yes, again) profits.  I’ve done a ton of research yet somehow, that work keeps being shunted to one side.  Oh well, it’s the holidays.  Serious minded writing perhaps does not have a place at the moment. 

As soon as Karen said I should do a piece on wine, something clicked.  I mean, come on, you all know Eric and I have already done the research.  And it is perfect for this time of year when parties and hospitality seem to be everywhere.  Besides, it would be fun.  As she was speaking I had an inspiration.  I would do six blogs!  I know, right?  Overkill much?  Still, work with me, people, I thought one intro piece (welcome to the intro piece, my friends) and five follow-ups; one for each sense. 

Niceties being thus dispensed… ready?

When approaching the subject of wine I feel it is imperative to dismiss certain myths.  I am constantly amazed at the number of friends and acquaintances who are laboring under the misapprehension that one needs to be an expert, perhaps a member of a select society and otherwise a complete snob, even a total tool, to enjoy/know about wine.  C’mon people, at the end of the day it’s just spoiled grape juice. 

Well, really yummy spoiled grape juice.

Five Things Everyone Needs to Know About Wine (or Five Myths to Debunk): 

1.)    There’s no accounting for taste.  You like what you like.  Just as in sixth grade you had the crush on some boy or girl and your friends looked at you like you were crazy, “You like WHO???”  Hey, you were right to pick your own crushes then and it’s still true today.  If YOU like a wine then it’s a good wine.  If someone else spits it out, that’s their opinion (and for heaven’s sake grab their glass before they dump your new favorite down the sink).  Remember, some people love sushi, others not so much.  Likewise, you get to decide which wines you like.  Ignore the “experts”.

2.)    Another myth (or delusion) is that if you smell a cork after your server has opened your bottle of wine at the restaurant you can tell if the wine has spoiled.  Err, not likely.  A cork smells, umm, like cork. Smell the wine.  This will tell you if there is a potential problem.  Does the smell of the wine make you want to dive into the glass?  Excellent.  Do you think you smell vinegar? Ugh, we may have a problem.  However, honestly, the odds in any reputable restaurant of a truly bad wine are slim to none.  What you really want to do when you look at the cork your server or sommelier just handed you is check and see if the cork matches the bottle that you actually ordered, particularly if you’ve splurged on a more expensive bottle.  (Buyer beware.)  Look for the name or the logo.  If it is a higher quality wine, check to see that the date stamped on the cork matches the vintage you’ve ordered.  While fraud is not widespread, it is something you can catch.

3.)    Older wines are better.  If only.  Actually, most wines do NOT get better with age.  Almost all whites wines are meant to be enjoyed now or in the coming year.  I say almost, there are some winemakers who have been getting jiggy with their whites.  So if YOUR winemaker says “Drink in three years”, go for it.  However in general, drink your whites.  Reds have the reputation as the wines to lie down.  That’s sort of true.  Actually, only a few reds have the structure to age for several years.  Trust me, Eric and I learned that lesson.  You’ve got a stellar Zin the winemaker said was only going to get better? Great, drink it in five.  Do NOT wait for ten.  A good Cabernet, a Mouvedre you may be in business.  Just be careful.  There’s nothing worse than dumping a bottle that you know used to be delicious down the sink.  Talk about money down the drain.  Buy what you are going to drink and be careful what you lay down.  (So true in so many venues, yes?)

4.)    Myth number four: open the bottle and let the wine breathe.  Are you kidding me?  It’s true, when a wine reacts to the oxygen, good things happen.  Tastes blossom. That being said, you open a bottle, it has this narrow little neck and somehow that’s supposed to be enough surface area reacting with the air to open your wine up?  PLU-leeze.  Decant that bad boy.  A good decanter doesn’t have to be expensive.  You can get them at the Wine Steward on Main Street (shameless plug for a great local business http://thewinesteward.com/ ).  Don’t have a decanter? (I smell a Christmas List idea.)  No problem.  Pour your wine from up really high like the waiters in Italy.  It’s messy and splashes a bit, but it’s a quick and cheap way to decant your wine.  Yum. You’re welcome.

5.)    Many people believe they are not wine drinkers.  Why?  Because they tried wine and started right in with Chardonnay or Cabernet Sauvignon.  Or worse yet, for the girls in the audience, you tasted what your boyfriend or husband told you to try (to be fair, maybe it was vice versa).  Here’s a great reason for female/male emancipation (and one place where the homosexual couples have it up on the heteros).  Your palate and your significant other’s are so very, very, very different.  Eric and I sometimes enjoy the same wines but almost never for the same reasons.  Men and women process flavors and experience tastes differently.  Neither is better or worse, just completely different.  So, try your own wine picks and see what you like (see Rule/Myth #1).  Oh, and why is starting with Chardonnay or Cabernet a problem?  It’s sort of like getting into math, trying calculus and saying, “Wow, I suck at math.”  Of course you do.  You needed to begin with arithmetic and work your way up.   Typically Chardonnay and Cab Sauv tend to be the heavy hitters in the wine universe.  You needed, forgive the simile, a gateway wine.  For whites begin with a Pinot Grigio or a Chenin Blanc, something more accessible and food friendly.  With reds try a fruit forward Malbec or a peppery Chianti.  No need to break out the big boys on your first rodeo.  Baby steps, my friends, baby steps.

Most of all, wine, like so many other things in life, is about fun and friends, good food and conversation.  It’s the whole enchilada.  So take a big bite, make sure you get some sauce and dive in to enjoy.  Happy Thanksgiving, my dear ones!!!!

A friend, a meal, a glass of wine- I am happy. Slainte Mhath!

I had been working on a completely different piece for my blog but the research was very depressing.  Therefore, I made an executive decision.  I took a break and decided to concentrate on something else.

         I recently had the pleasure, and it truly was one, of spending a weekend with my friend Kim in Los Angeles.  Amongst the myriad of fabulous conversations that we enjoyed there was a brightly colored ribbon of thought that ran through them.  Again and again the “Jelly Donut Factor” came up.  I’m not sure if I had the idea and she embellished it or if Kim came up with it and I began embroidering.  It could have easily  been either way.  We are both equally prone to fanciful ideas and embellishments! 

          The two of us observed that people have their day-to-day exterior.  We’ve all seen it, the face we put on for the world in general.  This face tends to be consistent with certain societal norms and customs.  Most people’s exteriors are fairly safe, pleasant to be around and don’t exhibit too many surprises.  In terms of our donut comparison this would be the light, flaky, deep-fried exterior of the jelly donut.  The really nice, fun people even have glaze on the outside of theirs.

         Clearly, there is nothing wrong with this exterior.  I mean, how can you go wrong with glaze and deep-fried dough? Yum.  However, there are those moments with people when something that they truly enjoy or are passionate about comes along and they light up.  It’s when they’re flying their freak flag in the best possible way.  (Come on, everyone has one, some of us have a veritable cornucopia of them.)  In fact, often these are the moments when one person can light up a room and never even know they’re doing it.  Those are the times when you find yourself reflecting, “This person is fantastic.”  Sure, the normal face is fine but there’s nothing so attractive or inspiring as pure joy.

        These moments are the “jelly” of the Jelly Donut Factor.  They are the sweet stuff in life.  The jelly is concentrated happiness, absolute delight.  Call it the essence of the best, whimsical, passionate or joyful pieces inside all of us.  It is the adult equivalent to a baby’s belly laugh.  There’s something magical about it. 

         Please do not misunderstand me, I mentioned passions but the jelly does not have to be something grand or serious.  Sometimes the jelly is all about little things, even goofy things.  Kim lights up at any occasion involving tea: high tea, breakfast with a friend, whatever. Tea equals good.  I have a friend who has penchant for truly nice lingerie, really pretty lacy little things.  You’d think looking at her that she’d always buy the practical stuff.  Blah, where’s the fun in that?  Going shopping with her is a kick.  My friend Lisa becomes a different person the minute you get her anywhere near an ocean.  She becomes so happy.  I swear she sparkles.  I have another friend, Karen, who is a complete sucker for a really good beer-battered onion ring.  She’ll break any diet for those buggers and the pleasure that she takes in them is contagious.  For my husband it’s debating, well, that and fishing.  Nothing makes the man as happy as a good argument, especially if he’s winning.  I guess perfection would be Eric fishing and winning an argument while he was reeling in a twenty-inch trout.

        On the other hand, the more serious stuff can be jelly, too.  My friend Loree on Facebook has a passion for bettering the treatment of animals.  I had no idea until she began posting on the subject.  Her emotions came through with every word and were so heartfelt and sincere, total jelly, my friends.  I liked her even more after that.  My friend Miriam is at her best when she is helping people.  It can be anyone, anywhere: volunteering at school, taking a friend to lunch who’s having a rough day, hugging a child who’s skinned their knee.  Miriam glows when she is needed.  My neighbor, Manuel, always a sweet man, is ridiculously adorable when his two-year-old grandson is nearby.  Their relationship is so jelly I could cry.  It’s a pleasure to be with them.

        My point?  Not sure that I have one.  That is so un-me.  I always have a point.  This is sort of freeing.  No, I do have a point.  I like jelly!  I plan as I take my metaphorical bites out of life to enjoy the jelly, even wallow in it.  

         In case you are wondering, do I have any jelly in my donut? Gosh, I sure hope so.  If I had to guess I say would I am at my best with heavy metal music, running and certain people in my life, but honestly, I don’t know.  It’s hard to spot your own jelly.  It’s like laughing at your own jokes, really only someone else can say for sure when they’re good.

        P.S. Beware of the reverse of the Jelly Donut Factor, the Curdled Cream Effect.  These are people who have certain things that bring out the worst of themselves.  These would be the times when bullying, bigotry and road rage come out.  If you accidentally trigger the Curdled Cream Effect in someone stay calm, walk away and for goodness sakes find some jelly- STAT!

 

Kim informs me that she first heard of the Jelly Donut theory in one of the Stephanie Plum books by Janet Evanovich, but she thinks we definitely expanded on it.  In her words, ”Life is better when you let the world see your jelly, even if you don’t know what the reaction of others will be.  If people don’t love you better for your weirdness, they aren’t worth being around. “  Amen.

 

May you have much jelly, my friends.

 

 

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