I’m not Catholic, but RUABelle is. I was baptised Episcopalian, and my grandfather was an Episcopalian minister. So outside of marryin’ and buryin’, most of my trips to church have been to that denomination. But I have to admit that I can probably count them with my shoes off.
Regardless of my heathenhood, I still usually give up lots of things for Lent as an act of self-denial in an attempt to better myself. Some years I have given up throwing rocks at whales. Once, I gave up my New Year’s resolutions for Lent. But of late, I have tried to take it more seriously. Usually the sacrifices have been food-related and easy to substitute for: fried foods, Chinese food, beer, caffeine etc.
Giving up fried food probably helped my arteries for a month and a half, but I don’t eat a lot of it anyway. Chinese buffets have been a weakness of mine for years, but there’s always some other cholesterol buffet smorgasbord somewhere to overfill my tummy. Giving up beer just led to a lot of George Dickel hangovers. Lack of caffeine made me feel suicidal during the 3-4 day withdrawal period.
Plus, I’ve already given up caffeine in an attempt to get my blood pressure into the non-stroke range without the use of medication. Now that I’m over the pounding headaches, it’s not that hard to manage. (Anybody want a half case of Sundrop?)
So whatever I give up has to be good. RUABelle and I thought about it and decided to bite the bullet. We’re going vegetarian for 40 days. Not vegan. We’re not that strong and we loves us some cheese. But we’re gonna try going meatless. The only out we’re offering ourselves is maybe some seafood since we’re going to New Orleans for three days during RUABelle’s spring break, and that would just be stupid to not eat seafood in that city. To rationalize it, we just started Lent a few days early.
So I’m looking for support and sponsors. Is there such a thing as a patch for vegetarians? A pork patch? Some chicken gum? (Ugh. I hate gum.)
RUABelle’s giving up sweets, so I guess I am too by extension. I don’t ever eat them anyway unless she starts the process. Plus, she’d kick my butt if I pulled out a chocolate bar or a dish of ice cream in fornt of her right now.
Did you notice I just typed “butt” in the last paragraph? That’s because the other thing I’m giving up is swearing. I’ve tried this before and it’s really hard. I slip up occasionally, but I figure as long as I’m conscious of it and try to modify my behavior, it’s not worth quitting just because I let the occasional “f-bomb” fly.
So the ole Dry Spot might be a little less interesting until Easter. Or at least a little less salty in the language department. What think you? The folks that use dingbat symblos to cover up their cussing for the front page of NiT-is that cheating? F*ck if I know…