Today’s writing prompt is to write about resolutions kept. My problem with that is that several years ago I gave up resolutions for Lent and haven’t looked back.
If resolutions are paper to-do lists, then I killed a forest conquering a PhD program, which isn’t interesting, entertaining, or enlightening, but maybe profitable for those with tree farms. However, I do remember a resolution from my first stint in LSU’s graduate school.
One of my Louisiana College besties, Cindy Poston, was in law school and she stayed with me a couple nights a week instead of commuting back to New Orleans. We’d played basketball against each other in high school, back when neither of our home ‘towns’ had traffic lights. In fact you could travel between Hornbeck and Negreet (about an hour) and not encounter anything more than some deer, log trucks, and a stop sign.
We grew up without cable tv or a chain grocery store within 13 miles, which left us plenty of time after school for going to church (Baptist) and the gym. And we found ourselves, two North Louisiana country girls in the Capitol City, getting our higher education on, getting invited to wine and cheese soirees. We decided that our palates also needed an education.
Growing up in my house, we had 2 kinds of cheese: rat cheese & sliced cheese. Imagine my surprise to discover pepperjack, colby, swiss, gouda, and edom cheeses at the 1990’s Government Street Winn Dixie. (I get light-headed when I pass the Whole Foods cheese cooler).
I’d pretty much only seen people drink beer or bourbon, but Bartyles & James wine coolers made inroads with the Bayview Yacht Club crowd. After trying cabernet souvignon, merlot, zinfendel, and pinot noir, pinot grigio, chardonnay, and some reisling (we were dedicated), it should come as no surprise that 2 redneck, country girls preferred the Franzia white zinfendel in a box.
Paired with some PepperJack cheese and Ritz Crackers. Mmmm, delicious.
Way back in the 90’s I started trying new things and I haven’t stopped. I don’t always enjoy the new experiences, but I do learn from them (red wine gives me a headache) and expand my horizons (and my bluejeans).