First off, I don't intend to write on this thing everyday. Get that idea out of your head right now. Doubtful I have either the ideas or the discipline to do so. However, today I have something in my brain. So lucky you!
My blog name makes little sense I'm sure. Those of you reading this that know me, both of you, probably just chalk it up to, "Ok, he's always been a little nuts...so it makes sense." Well, while that is true, my insanity plays little to the game here.
My first job with a paycheck was in the fields of Blueberry Acres, middle of Nowhere, Indiana. I pruned the bushes, and as the season went on, I picked blueberries for those too lazy to pick their own at a "U-pick" farm. The unspoken bonus to our paychecks was stuffing small handfuls of blueberries in our mouths when we weren't filling our buckets for Everett.
The best blueberries to pick were the dark, almost blue-black berries. They usually had the best flavor and all. But while those were truely good berries, my favorite were the slightly purple berries. Just a hint of red to say, "I'm not ripe yet!" They had that sour little kick to them. Really felt like it augmented the flavors of the fully ripe berries. Shoot, even sometimes the ones with a tiny bit of green that when set against the blue of the rest of the berry made them look like they had a white-ish flare were good to me. When Mom went to pick berries I would excite myself with picking out the unripened berries so her blueberry jelly would taste "better." Truth is I just wanted to eat the sour blueberries.
The wisdom is in how this reflects my life. Indeed it mirrors my outlook on the world, people and life in general almost perfectly. I've never done things according to acceptable norms. Sometimes I take pride in this, but as I grow older, it also tends to be a source of regret at times. From my dating and marraige to my wonderful Karen, my children's upbringing, to my eventual joining the Catholic Church and tastes in movies and music I turn the status quo on it's ear. When others are watching for big special effects or a well written story, I'm finding the artistic merit of the cinemtography, or the little hidden meanings some directors like to throw in for people like me. I took a side door into the Church really. It wasn't like I woke up one day and say "Hey! I'm going to be Catholic, now...let's go learn about the Church." No, I studies, tore apart and argued the Faith so that I could understand it. The initial goal was to even prove just how "right" I was to my clearly confused wife. Like all good Catholics, her answers of, "You don't ask why, you just accept it," never sat well with me. So I took it upon myself to learn as much as I could so that I could point out all the "errors" and how incredibly intelligent I was. What I found was that I wasn't nearly as smart as I thought I was. This could turn into an entirely different subject...or perhaps another blog for another day, eh?
Suffice it to say the name is to reflect all those "little things" that flavor the world and give that little wake up tang to my metal pallate. All the little observations, funny happenings and general disarray in my mind will find their way here. I will cover the obvious in my life, such as kids, angst, religion and politics. But who knows, might throw in a review for a book, movie or favorite pair of Fruit of the Looms. Enjoy the ride...
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